seeing myself grasp for more more more
doing the desperation dance
the awkward thing where i pull you close
push you away
get in over my head with about 13 different oceans
all over the place
and loving it
i sit back, watching myself
chuckling at the lessons i seek to learn
the hard way
finding my way and losing it again
but surfacing with myself along the lost
roads i travel
my sister is here too
we don't travel alone
we both hit similar road blocks
make things harder for ourselves
it's the kline girl way
but we move forward
time marches on
and with each other, with our G-d
somehow there is a road of love
ever unwinding under our feet
small moments, here and there
coming to me out of evenings alone
laundry ignored
paintbrush brandished
a bright red flash across the canvas
a spray painted prayer
this is my temple
this is my contentment
this is my solstice
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