We will meet in a flower shop or on a corner in the rain and then later I'll tell you everything.

by amy sharp


I don't know how we keep meeting these people that become important to us. Will it ever stop? Are we looking for them or were they always there under a current and we just stepped in the creek at the right time. Swam in the ocean at the moment the moon told us to open our eyes? A little voice that says turn left. Go to the party. Say this word.  Reach across the table and squeeze that hand. Everything is inside of us. Even God. Who found you this year? Who did you let inside of your slick mind? Make sure you tell them. Show them. Blow a mind or two. We're not here long enough to wait.