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choosing one’s way outside for J





inside this highland house is like my mind today, the light is what is coming in, light but my mind

simmers, it goes towards the cinders, my bones are glowing, they are asking to open up to let

movement be the way I see the world, am I able to, go on, don't know, syllables wander through

my lips, they ground my ideas about love while my bones sink down closer to the midwinter earth,

muddy but firm, dog barking all night, my heart was racing, blood going into and out of the ventricles

in this don season just before the year of the chicken



[Originally published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/katie_yates.html.]