rise above

[emchy]

today my heart banged against the cage of skin and ribs as it tried to surf the light fog free breeze and run across skyscrapers to the vallejo street stairs. lying - bare skin on rock on the top of bernal hill i couldn't even see the other side of the city where i had climbed so many stairs and hills the day before. sun clear and bright my dreams reached out like tendril, like arms miles wide and gathered the view of oakland and marin and the waters and concrete in between to my chest. my dreams are bigger than me. i am distracted in so many moments while these dreams tangent off and go sit onto of the victoria theatre - they want to go perform in the underground burlesque reviews and performance art that was hidden there - they look down longingly at the theatre and then look back at me though my office window. i want to be 17 and on summer vacation. the future unrolling in front of me like a texas highway. somehow - even with 14 days without a real break - it feels like that anyway. sidewalks and baked in sunshine and warm languid nights with work to do and movies to see and finally it all feels good. me in my head feels good.