It took two days to get here.
The night screams silence and I respond like a lover. Pleased and willing to take credit for a sound that existed long outside the empty pleasure of my ear.
I like Sydney.
There are Asian faces everywhere. I like that.
I slept for the second eight hours of the visit. The first was consumed with figuring out how to email and call and fiddle with the new cameras I bought.
Skin shedding
and I am raw with the new senses
the layer beneath smells
like hope
and dreams are finding their way
back to the pillows on which I sleep
again
the world is smiling and the teeth do not scare me today
My room is already
a mess
and the Japanese rice cakes are more crumbs
than cakes
and the Korean grocer
has already given me chocolates
because I laughed out loud
the streets look
strangely
familiar
like I should have been here before
I want to go back to South Africa
before I die
I want to dance in Durban once more
a girl
I am beginning to know better
tells me how good it feels to dance on the toes
of satin shoes
built
for white girls
her black hips
and African thighs
moving to the giggle of Luther
she smelled like yesterday
and made me laugh like tomorrow
was gonna be just fine
Be present
in these moments that pass too rapid
too brusque
enjoy the slow turn of old phrases
made into dark pans of poetry
poured down the throats of monkeys
beautiful monkeys
moving upside
ladders and insects and all that beauty
in one lifetime!
We have 8 shows this week.
Tamika is sleeping in the room next door. Suheir is beautiful
and the night is on it's back
snaking it's belly on the glass
that separates me from myself
In love and quiet gratitude for your pixels of presence
spread out all over this sandwich of a net
inter-connecting strangers and old friends
peace,
Staceyann