Sunday, January 16, 2011

Valiant Heart

I look through the pane. In my silence and vision I feel the aching and throbbing of need and yearning. I hear the heartbeat of life and hope. Together they gather all the disparate parts of my life that define, segment or confine me.Their sound and sensations awaken me, breathe life and make me whole. I believe.

Tonight, when the host or hostess looks over my shoulder and beside me, and then mutters, "Table for one?" I will smile and politely correct him or her. "No thank you. A table for me, please."