How did I get here? When I look at the blackness behind my eyes I am brought to a different place. The blackness and the color of my present perception are equally familiar. It is as if I am made up of three oscillating moments Playing the music of a life that is mine and others. The blackness keeps the time of my most beautiful and colorful moments So vivid in the blackness The current moment is filled with color and question It is the most real moment But the most uncertain It is the most confusing moment.... How did I get there? A more comforting moment rests in the future It flows to whatever rhythm I desire It is driven by the two moments of blackness and reality All three moments working together make up the movement of the mind.

In between the world and my sanctuary I get stuck in traffic. Just want to hear you call me baby. Just want to know you still exist and that nothing has come between you and me in the last couple of hours… but space and time. Nothing else can separate us. I don’t like to make things too simple. I don’t tend to ignore the more symbolic emotions. Nothing is taken lightly. You are more to me than a lover. I want a full heart from you…a full mind filled with ideas and poetry and art and arguments and understanding. With you. In between the world and my sanctuary I get lonely. Mostly because I forget that I’m not alone. I listen and sing along with my poets on disk. Sit there and remember where I was and recognize where I am. What I had and what I have. And I have to smile. Even with tears in my eyes. In between the world and my sanctuary, I am compelled to make myself available and open for people who have no sanctuary of their own. It complicates life, but gives me a purpose. I’m not just...

 

 

 

  Gabi Miller reads her poem, "Lightning Strikes," for the Louisiana Words Tour at Beausoleil Books in Lafayette, LA.