January 13th, 2014

In the first vision I was on the floor and refusing to get up, though I wanted to.
He reached his hand out and I looked up without moving, as if He weren't there
at all. There was a bird cage. The door is open, He said. You are already free,
He said. In the next vision He walked to me while I was on my knees with my
head bowed and handed me a loaf of bread. In the third vision I was in a park
dancing with a ribbon, my head thrown back laughing. In the fourth He said:
justice. your heart is aligned to mine. Somewhere these things are happening.
Somewhere I have already walked through the next door and behind it there is
a well and it is clean. Today I walked up to my principal and handed him a
letter in a gold envelope that shimmered in the neon hallway light. His face
rippled from a smooth surface to a complicated depth and he moved his mouth
without words. What he doesn't know yet is that when we are poured out there
is room to carry more. Drink deeply, I said, without saying anything, and he bowed
his head in thanks and there were streams of water at my ankles as I moved away.