20th Century Women
By Jane Booth
See the fence that encloses you and be its pickets instead. Build yourself out of sharp edges and right angles. Brace yourself in sinking sand, stand parallel, a sentinel who keeps watch on the flock of dreams by night. Drill deep into the ground and find the well that springs and gurgles all is well. Dance around the fallow fields without knowing what will be planted next. Be the wind. Carry yourself like a living prayer, wander closer to the fire. Be the architect of your silhouette. Be the horizon line, be cherry wine. Be the dark stain on a white dress and do not be afraid.