Time Tide--This Time: This November 12, 2016
This time, I pack my sailing gear to include the Sea-Souling, Sea-Changing, Gypsy-Wandering heart of me--the hated she, that I secretly wanted to be, lacked the confidence to be--because I kept locking her in the closet, or banging her butt with the back door every time someone rang the doorbell at the front of the house.
This time her luggage, her cargo, await boarding right along side of mine. I even left some of mine behind to fit hers in. And now, standing in front of me, vixen embers burn in her eyes. Her voice a waterfall, laughter peels from her. Tossing her hair she starts dancing, bare feet escaping wharf splinters as she scampers over the boards. Then, sly grin stealing across her face, we step to the luggage in stereo, gather up what I packed and balance ourselves up the gang plank, none of me, none of she, left behind.
Never fully tamed, she has things to teach me. No longer orphaned by the fear in me, wandering is no longer her only option. She has replaced the fear inside of me, the hole inside of me now the whole inside of me. She's the depths of richness, the sense of Magic, that I always yearned beyond me, outside of me, could never count on, because I kept pushing her out the door, bolting it behind her. But, she always got in through the window.
Bolding, this time, I've invited this ruffian soul of me forward, front, and center. Oh my!
Cat-footed she joins me from the shadows of even-fall. Together, we stare out through the dark toward port, both os uf softly joyed that I failed to chase her off , this deeper wilder royalty of me. "I used to walk inside your shadow with you," she answers my unspoken thoughts, Gypsy music lacing the stars. Pivoting to face me, she finishes, “Now I walk as you.”
