Today I ignored the sign
just kept walking
one foot in front of the other
on mossy rock outcroppings
overlooking windswept straits.
Only a brief pause to ponder
the wisdom of my ways:
"Private Property Beyond This Point"
"No Tresspassing"
"Please Respect Our Laws" --
Caveates large and red-orange
like the sun setting me on fire;
my heart pounding
despite dogged determination
to continue on
the fear of being discovered
threatening to burst from my chest
the way that first upheaval
created this island home.
Is it any different, really?
The way I slip past my own
red-flagged protesters
and release this island poem?
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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i love this!! such a beautiful representation of how you face the fear both within and without! thank you for being so bold and sharing your heart and thoughts with us - i LOVE reading your stuff. and i love that you are an adventurous woman of carpe diem who will laugh at the no trespassing signs! :)
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