A moment on Potrero Hill

There are precious few times in my life when I've accepted my life exactly the way it is.

I'm much like everyone else in that I thrive on change and avoidance and need each in my life like a fish needs water or a bird needs wings.

Walking around Potrero Hill yesterday, I got a little bit above myself so that I could see it might be possible to accept my life as being different than I thought it was. 

I'd spent all morning tearing up the poems I'd spent years writing, having finally seen the poems I'd spent years writing were going nowhere.

I paused at the top of 18th and Missouri to take stock of myself, strictly in relationship with the present and not with the past or the future. The moment lasted more than thirty seconds and less than a minute, long enough tell me that it was time to make friends with silence and see what sort of language could be made of it.

This way, it was possible to see that I could start over from the beginning.