i got mad at a man in a wheelchair today.
and i was everything i despise, and everything i never want anyone else to see.
dark side out.
it’s there, and i walk with it some times.
do you?
it’s all any of us wants isn’t it? to know we’re not alone?
to have a lilting tune or thoughtful prose tap us on the shoulder.
to feel the living earth under our bare feet pulsing and humming, “yes! yes! me too! me too!”