Sunday, March 13, 2011

I am not a starfish

I have been uprooted so many times, leaving pieces of myself behind. Each time I settle on the earth again, I send out tentative tendrils, hoping to stay. But I am not endlessly regenerative. I am not a starfish with spare limbs. Resilience needs nourishment. Without roots, how can I drink? How can I connect to the life around me? What is to stop me from blowing away with the first winter storm?


  1. Where have you left your limbs?

  2. In all the places I've lived before. I'm in my 20th place of residence, having moved 2 months ago, and now (thanks to someone I'm living with making a poorly timed decision to part ways) am facing another move within the next 12 months :/