I'm a piece of clay, the bread dough, cookie dough. I stretch and stiffen, dry out, freeze, burn, become transformed. I like the day and being an early riser, out after the vampires have gone to refuge but before mortals populate the day with their sound and motion.
I'm stone and steel, set, enduring, rusting, waiting, stoic. I like the night, when the blinds are drawn, my wife is in bed. A lone small desk lamp illuminates the desk along with my computer monitor, drawing me into a quiet secret circle. I'm alone in its warmth, the cats asleep close at hand, guards, companions, masters and friends.
I'm light and wave, surfing across the moments, moving from sun to star to sun, horizon to horizon, kissing the waves, smelling the air, being the air, being the moment, lost in the moment, sound and thought, here for now, gone tomorrow.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com