The Dye Pot
on the couch
on the hotseat
of my own choosing
yearning to live
leaving red hot drive
for slow motion
wanting intimacy
and stories
and joyful peaceful walks
needing to cry away
the past the legacies
the dictums
cast out a lifetime
of struggle and miseries
for grace and ease
needing to steep my self
in walnuts and euco leaves
stain my very soul
need to cover my self
and make silk dresses
from the same dye pot
it is time to stop and feel
stop and live
slow down and ramble
get lost in parking lots
talk to cows and
answer back my crows
it is time to peel off the armor
lay naked in leaves
feel the earth leach into my skin
it is definitely time for change
