What you aren’t. (Happy?Fulfilled?)
What does it shine as? ✨pictures + feelings? 🖤 Rumbling story?
How long does it do so?
A frustrating game of pin the tail on the donkey.
✨Word now shines as a luminous force of creation-
a playground blossoms between us. ✨
The donkey was tied up- I didn’t know why, and in the realm of humans, neither of us were in social position to play liberator.
We would be together, sometimes- I brought snacks.
Little freedoms in pleasure of basic existence. Food, drink, companionship.
I may never know if he was as sad as I.
Dedicated to the donkey I met in San Pancho, 2017
while in the turmoil of domestic abuse.