for i am an engine...
wind child of an invisible kind,
blow pebbles to silk sandy beaches,
and carve holes into boulders on high.
wind child of the hot summer breezes,
sneeze softly and slowly beside me,
make sure there's not hair left untangled,
and let all the sailors be free.
i'm home from Nantucket, MA. it was so beautiful there. i walked from one end of the island to another taking pictures. it was sunny, and nice to stick my feet in the sand, and to just be alone. and now my hair is full of salt and i'm home. and my purse is full of film waiting to be developed and my mouth is ready to talk to the people i love.
P.S. STUART, we must must must open up an organic vegetarian restaurant seeing as there are no places for vegetarians to get a decent meal on the island.