in stasis.
as i walk alone again,
the yellow-headed-child goddess walks before me
and the babbling of the brook calms my thoughts.
finally,
i can see
something real
just beyond the horizon
and
i am adam
i am eve
i am,
examinging a future and a past
seeing that despite my mistakes
its all just okay
no matter how many rocks
ebb the river
the water still runs through them
(except of course in the case of a dam
and who wants to be damned)
i digress,
i transgress
i get there.
i’m getting there.
i just need to be alone sometimes
to look at the truth
to find myself alone again
but while the water runs
so does the goddess
and i am not alone,
nor will i ever be.