It's been a weird life lately.
Nighttime dreams of setting sail on ships doomed to perish.
Dark skies and fiery ovals hanging from cliff side tree houses,
letting go of the children who fall to their demise.
Standing by the wayside with a group of students,
with a former journalistic mentor,
on the sandy beach at night while the black waves tipped their white caps at us
and the village burned with small fires to our left,
then to our right.
Climbing up into the vessel that would surely go under water,
we were in Thailand or Korea
and I just knew taking another puddle jumper back home
would crash just as this boat would sink.
Damned if I do, Damned if I don't.
With a yet-to-be-built inspiration wall to save me from sinking I will be devoting this space for just that:
a collection of intent.