Getting on the PLANE felt BRAVE. And Diana, despite her bold, huntress-goddess name was much more used to being the one to SKATE along the edge of danger, not boldly confront it. The decision to CHASE something she desired was driven by an unaccustomed urgency. She could feel a tug of war inside. Her well-worn patterns of shame and doubt wrestling with nascent abilities to assert, be confident, and strong. On this trip, her figuring out the USAGE of this new self could yield not just a happier state but also allow her to come into the family inheritance she deserved.

Georg’ann

This word TRAIN literally and figuratively taking me so many places.
This word appears and my mind becomes a station,
one of the big ones in Paris, tracks going everywhere all at once.
Which one will I jump on now?
Which one takes me to the sea
I’ve a yearning for salt air, a chance WHALE sighting just there off the cliff.

That cliff, oh no, invasive thoughts, too much
back up wrong train, try again.
Try the early morning train, the one that
leaves the west coast in the dark.
Days of playing cards in the dining car heading to Indiana.
SPADE played takes the winning hand.
Arrive in the dark picked up by strangers that are grandfather, cousin, aunt.

A different track takes me out to the highest trestle. Not much USAGE anymore,
chance sightings thrill.

For hundreds of lines I could continue to lay down train track memories.

Heather