The Full House Finale (poetry slam)

YEARNING YEARNING TIDES. A brief interlude to a summer update.

The salmon come back, babies are still being born. Tonight, at The Full House, the reality began to set in- we are moving. To where we don't know. We are physically moving and the end of an era is fast approaching. The people are coming home from their summer rendevous and now I move, we move. where to? we don't know. To medicine gardens, perhaps solitary apartment life, perhaps through neew friendships, new school endeavors, new jobs. The reality of movement hit when Tom and I were singing to the whole house. We sang the story of the salmon. How they are born together in the fresh water and get so itchy to go in the ocean and explore and indulge and become individuals, and they come back home without food to give back and then they go HOME. This story was being sung and danced aes my professor Stephen's baby was being born. Leo/virgo cusp baby with a leo/virgo cusp moon. On the new moon. The Blue Moon BABY. The salmon spirit baby of return. ALWAYS COME HOME. More to come on the summer memories. We are Growing UP AND OUT. we are speaking easy. we are changing. we are moving.