I'm not afraid of counting years; Each year is a new myth exploded. This body is how I navigate through the cosmos, so I try to love it and be kind. I'm not afraid of death; It is only the final myth to unravel. I'm not even afraid of the devil, because it is our adversary who gives us life's most precious gifts. I'm twenty-nine years old and lost things are coming back: Bits of shattered faith discovered in between the cracks of the couch and under the edges of the carpet that I'm piecing together into a mosaic New things arrive every day too: New poems New stories spinning out of my brain A new sense of my place in the old story New meaning in the ancient struggle for justice Each year is a new crossroads. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!