I spent many sleepless nights and days dreaming remembering troubled interludes where my lover, mother, child was stranded without a ride needing my help. Somewhere on a lonely highway in some crowded lonely truck stop or abandon city street, Junk cars, barking dogs, and honking horns. I would spend days searching elevators or empty rooms for you. Waited in darken hallways, with glimpses of shadows on the walls. With no hope of finding my way out. Stuck again inside lost and doomed. When all along you we’re there waiting for me! To find you all I had to do was turn around and there was a door. I could easily walk through. Instead strangely I found comfort in a cage of darkness. Lovely and deep we sleep protected by the comfort of each other. Our loneliness at bay for now maybe forever? Want to feel the depth of that darkness. It has a powerful pull. A dream a hope a reality of now or of the future. Will I give myself freely or restrict myself from view? When the time is right the place the person I will know it. I can trust myself. I sense I can feel it. Just keep walking towards what you want. Lift step plant, again lift step plant. With no other thought but the joy of walking.
Barbara Ery, Artist 