To be continued

Act I

Hold my finger, said they.
Yes, please! said She.
I have to outrun the sun, said She.
Be back by dusk, said they.
there’s only so fast we can run.

Act II

Hold my shoulder, said they.
Yes, please! said She.
I have to create new colors, said She.
Don’t spill, said they.
there’s only so much we can clean.

Act III

Let me anchor my boat, said She,
you are my shore.
No, said he,
you are your own shore.


But She was scared
and this was not a movie
where a boy could find Her 
and save her.
So, She continued to float.
Riding some ripples,
and creating some.

Act IV

She met swans
who knew of their beauty.
And crows
who knew of their destination.
And some swans
who saw beauty in their destination.
And some crows
who saw destinations in every journey.

She met a doctor
who travelled not places but people.
He knew nothing about healing
and sought only to save himself.
But the universe rushed to save him
because he walked with the universe on his shoulders.
And told the swans about the crows,
and the crows about the swans.

She met a painter
who painted questions.
So, She fixed the color of the sun for him,
and started to float.
But the painter looked at Her
incredulous.
He showed Her the water.
And for the first time,
She saw.

She saw the ripples in her reflection
and the beauty in every question
She had ever asked.

Act V

She was the sun
and the colors waiting to be created.
She was the swans
and the crows saving the doctor.
She was the shore
and the water.


So, She continued to float
because there were more questions
looking for an anchor.