Where I am Going
Where I am going, you cannot drive me.
Those words are there in my mind, for one reason or another. I read them somewhere once, and they were appropriate for the speaker uttering them. I don’t know that they would fit in my mouth. Where I am going, you cannot follow seem better crafted for my character.
Other words gambol in my head this morning: presence, absence, speaking, listening, noise, silence. Am I am standing in the center of the dark green plank fitted over the steel pipe that acts as a pivot point for one of the seesaws in the playground at the bottom of the street that will always be home? If I place more of my weight on my right leg, my brother’s side of the plank will move down to the ground, and my sister will rise. Turning my attention to my left leg helps my brother move up in the world. So, I guess the question has become not Where do I stand? but How do I stand?
