Bio Note: It’s tricky to reveal the journey of your life in a word, but if I had to pick one that names the wind propelling my little boat along life’s fluctuating waters, it’s poetry. Reading it, writing it, and teaching others the joy of soulful communication is my calling. Author of 39 Ways to Open Your Heart: An Illuminated Meditation (Conari Press) and Movie Life (Finishing Line Press), I live with my husband in an old Tudor house tending a garden of herbs, roses and words.
The moon kept us company all night riding the dark stallion of sky while we drove toward the mountains in search of a new home. “Got to get away from the greed," you say. “The pushing masses hungry for things their money won’t buy.” I nod. “Grabbing, rushing, panicking. Useless!” You stop talking then, the noise of your own voice too much, concentrate on the single lane country road, focusing the way we must on what we want. Suddenly some small white animal streaks out of the darkness headed for the oncoming lights of our car: a road kill suicide. You swerve, scarcely avoiding the death-seeking missile. Breathless when the car slams to a stop I whisper, “Can’t run away from everything.” You nod, somewhere between laughter and tears, renew our ascent.
Originally published in Potato Eyes
©2021 Arlene Gay Levine
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