driving across this land of glacier hills
and wind scraped sky,

ghost grass snap shot.

looking for the first heart beat I knew,
real and grounded before my heart
beat for the first time.

my own heart ~ concrete walls
girded with steel ~

you know that isn't true,

more like sugar glass held
together with spider web ~

my ears listening for the first
song I ever heard.

so filled with hope and hopelessness.

in measures equal,

in measures unbalanced.

when I was a child
I stepped out into
the summer storm,

held out my hopeful hands,

cupped and holding

what I knew was the

history of the whole world.

then I threw my head back,

drank in the universe and danced.