I feel change in the air, moving like dappled light through darkness, arriving at an unknown destination.
Summer is here at last, the sun we’ve waited for, strawberries, cherries and a scorched nose.
I reach forward into the future eager and impatient.
I pull back wanting security, structure and the voice of old friends.
The air is charged and alive with excitement.
It is stagnant and filled with too much me. I get lost in the space.
There are promises whispered, felt, unseen and unheard.
They are there opening in the mystery.
The sky turns from purple to black.
I rest, and in the morning, do it all again.
I am an egg, cracked, and waiting.
Any day now, the shell will fall away and I will reach out, walking completely and utterly into the dream.
Karen,
Since we last met I secured a literary agent who sent out 59 e-mails to all the leading publishers in the US and the UK. She concluded there was no market for the book right now. After that I sent off letters to nine Irish literary agents. One of them (Jonathan Williams in Dublin) asked to see two chapters. Bill