realizing i had come home and dropped dead tired
the bed open from leaving to see my son this past thanksgiving.
walking yesterday while at lunch
listening to Hearing Voices: Native America
I found myself once again moving into my body
knowing i am who i am
knowing i am split between sea and mountain
a great river flowing
i feel finished with a work i do and did to support my life and my sons.
they are making their own way.
i must make my own.