"so it begins..." [linda hunt, in 'the year of living dangerously'] the oncoming hell of summer. just when i am almost, like a fledgling bird, feeling secure enough to test my wings, to leave the nest,
"so it begins..."
that i slowly resurface and re-enter the world; the world i have avoided for over a year; not the one i had known; but a new version of the old one. a remix. a remake. a new production. or the director's cut.
i feel like an alien, taking baby steps, into the unknown. in suspended animation. invisible but sensed sign posts point ways to various paths; paths i am not sure i want to go down. new directions. different routes. sometimes i stand at the crossroads, frozen; don't want to go further; unlike robert johnson, i am not making any deals, i have enough demons; i'm thinking, maybe, "better the devil you know, than the one you don't."
[C]2012 DOUG DUFFEY
