greetings from a migratory goose

[taintedreams]

tonight i thought, i have become a cathartic being,
just simply from believing.

i dreamed about buses, and sleeping
the road slipping by beneath me.
i went to new york city
because i didn't want to have to think about missing you tomorrow,
and i believe that may be true.

when i almost came to
i was standing in a pile of day-old slush
posing for a disposable camera.
look beautiful! i thought,
and glanced at my funny red shoes.
as i waited for my toes to thaw and wiggle again,
you might have called me beautiful then.
and i would have leaped into your arms
just so you could lift this weight off its feet.

can i assume such things of people?
that loneliness is a thing to be conquered,
even anchors have the spirit of kites.
i heard her say quietly,
don't let falling in love get in the way,
not too much.
and i knew what she meant.
simply from believing, so fully, in my funny red shoes
my nimble toes, and the strength and sadness i first spotted in you.

so i took a bus to new york city
to take the cold frost on,
to believe in something so much greater
and surrender to its weight.