(Some of the work that comes from my 1997 files is better than others. This is not one of my favorites, but I am facing the things I tucked cleanly away in folders years ago. It’s time to do something with this stuff.)

 

Can you open your heart?

Can you open your mind?

 

I can.

 

I think.

 

My heart is the anchor,

to my mind’s sailing free.

 

Will you lift the anchor?

Will you help me sail?

Together we can glide through open seas

You

and

I

 

Can you let it go?

Will you even try?

 

Then take my hand…

for one is tied behind my back.