Thursday, December 19, 2002

Last night, I dreamt I was running.  I was near the Grand Canyon, and I was running fast towards it.  As I ran, fissures, red clay, opened beneath my feet.  I ran, and the fissures widened.  I ran, fast and sure, over quartz formations - they were lovely, they sparkled and beckoned, but I ran on.  I ran downhill, anticipating the moment when the earth would finally fall away, and I would be brought, fast and startled, to a halt.  I held the chasm in my mind, and I ran, and I was surefooted and happy.  I ran and ran, until night fell.  It was very dark, but I kept running, I ran until I saw the bridge that would finally take me across that divide, where continents creak and crash and mutter and hum. I opened my mouth, so wide, and closed my eyes, so tight, as I ran across that dark place and the running across was so black and so long.  Then the wind caught me, and it was cold and sweet, and I was fleet of foot, and I was fast and sure over the abyss, and the moon was bright, and the stars!  The earth yawned and fell away, and I ran on.    8:49:05 PM