It was a good day. The powerful heat retreated and I was able to reassemble bits and pieces of myself. The road is long but I can see that it is going somewhere.
I get freaked out when I can't see the road. It is time for another installment of Poetry in Plain Sight. The Southern California poetry community is diverse, once you get away from the Hollywood side of the fence.
There are a mixture of people that you will not see on Hulu or cable television.
Our voices are no less important.
We are here.
This is a poem called Empty.