2004/handwriting

After the injury:

How I yearn
for my handwriting,
my way of making
a place for myself,
to stand,
deciding which way
next,
scouting the horizon
for clues,
looking back
at where I’ve been.
A place to rest
in my (own) uncertainty,
feeling secure with that.
A place to hang out,
to sprawl,
and languish.
Or luxuriate.
Where I know
who I am,
what is mine

3/4/04