Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Up through the atmosphere, Up where the air is clear

Sometimes, I'm Mary Poppins.

Today the celestial winds are swirling. 

My skin sack is whispering,

Step out of me.  Stash me in your carpet bag.  Take off.  Go somewhere else, be someone else, just for a little while.  I'll stay clean and safe and ready to take you in my arms when you get back.  Go, go.  Go.

Gone.