Lip sticks and stones

The way my name 

sits in your mouth,

at least, you want it to.

The 'a' hanging an ellipses

on the sound waves.

The rattling of consonance...

And I've been called many other 

names yet I do not feel

identified by this hard ring

as my own. 

But aren't we all 

borrowing a name

and trying it on...

Artwork by Henri Lebasque (French, 1865 - 1937), Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

Domain of Dwelt

A glance on the rearview,

even when your not supposed to,

Well, I hope it looks like we had 

Fun.

It could be something that develops over time

a certain skill of invisibility-no

Independence.

Maybe I should not have stopped there

for so long, others warned

Keep moving

And I was

Growing into myself

my insides meeting the outside

finding courage

to keep 

Going. 

And often ending up 

at different starting points

same places

different 

Me's.

Lingering, stepping in 

those shoes, I left no 

Traces.

Barefoot, bigger, bountiful

I breathe

better

when I see the full

Sky.

And I think

some places

know you 

Best. 

Artwork by John Reinhard Weguelin (1849-1927), 'The Gardens of Adonis' (c. 1888) in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.