Today I am the person between < and > What was my tattoo if not a prayer that “our paths shall cross”? Our ways always intertwined even without our knowing I had almost given up and then suddenly “sorry" and "please" and "can we” My skin sings I too must throw an overdue rope out to another Grasping the one I caught in my hand like an anchor I am the person between two flung ropes A boat I write here before I even write to either of them, because it was something of a revelation for me. The... read more
