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Poems from the Mountain Top
Exposed
Alien and beautiful,
I have been forged in the fire of a fevered dream,
tempered by the love and guidance of friends and family.
I am the daughter of all the brave explorers who have come before me.
I am the mother of all those whom I love and guide.
I am better than good enough,
I am what is needed
for myself and for the world.
In No Particular Order
I am grateful for:
My friends
My family's love
cats
being in Seattle now, at the heart of a movement for not just individual liberation, but also new forms of social organization and new mores of interaction; The new queer, post-binary consciousness.
laughter
eating
cannabis
the ocean
the mountains
the woods
sky blue
sense perception
my education
sunrises and sunsets
my moral compass
being alive
being myself
plants and animals
the cold of small woodland streams
the smell of suntain lotion at the beach
the smell after the rain
being strange
summer gloaming
autumn red
reading a good book and then napping on a blanket in sun dappled shade
writers, poets, artists, and chefs
flush toilets
towels
bathrobes
bathtubs
soap
tea
the atmosphere
The Internet
sexy hot messes with glasses and a shy smile
my fingers and toes
still having most of my teeth
books
words
fond memories
art
science
math
numbers
the times I smiled
relief
cherry blossoms
snow
everything that has kept me alive
being able to call myself on my own bullshit, sometimes
seeing other people in myself and myself in other people
after crying
when I am able to give back
empathy
hope
love
warm bread
moments of genuine connection between strangers
getting to know people
the opportunity to change the world
making it up as we go
forgiveness
