Jodi's Blog

Evolution
pensive moments
listening to angry chick rock
bassline drumming through my skull
comforting throbs knocking on my eardrums

Indian summer afternoons do this to me

now it's evening
and cold
sitting on the sofa, cross-legged
feet tucked under me
elbows on my knees
makes me feel small

listening to angry chick rock
hearing parts of myself
mingling with my own voice
scrawled on the paper

this is who I am

young, too young
quiet, too quiet
passive, too passive
wanting to be mature
and bold
and self assured

here I wait

growing older as the picture clears
hoping I won't lose these parts of myself
in the transformation
in the evolution
in the progression
remembering faith that never left
remembering trust, shaken but alive
remembering wonder, joy, and amazement

this is who I am

october 1, 1996