October 21, 2003

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  Chapter Four – Coming of Age (story begins 9/8) Today I don’t know what has become of a single person with whom I spent all those long days, except for my young husband. He is now in a neighboring state and married to a woman from France whom he met in Russia, and he is very successful in his field. I am absolutely sure I was not meant to remain with him, that I was meant to travel the road that I have – yet sometimes I wonder what came over, up, out of me to take me so far away from the original course. Sierra turns and makes her passage down the hall and out of sight. She gets to be a toddler first, and then a grade school child, before she runs this shining, sweating, flowering gauntlet from childhood into youth. When that time does come, may the watchmen be busy elsewhere and she sail smoothly through… _____________ I live in my southern window, dragging robes of pollen up and down the stairs behind the glass, breaking flowers into round rings, setting purple children back in rafters. While I sleep, I dream of waking. ___________________________________ Well, bio fans, that’s the end of the chapters I’ve already written.  Now I’m going to have to take a bit of a hiatus to write Chapter 5.  I’ve begun the process by gathering all the detritus I can find to make a scrapbook for ages 15-20.  Then I’ll sit down to write.  In the meantime, you can find the whole first 4 chapters in the sidebar on this page under Autobiography.  I’ll be posting some poems till I get Chapter 5 written. __________ Deep Thought:  Whether they ever find life there or not, I think Jupiter should be considered an enemy planet.

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