almost there, almost here

where I am almost

finished with the words,

finished with the heat,

finished with the dark

solitary journey.

not so dark

traveled with Carmen Miranda,

with a friend who cheered for me on email,

with a friend who called to say

she has a job interview on Monday,

she won’t see me on Sunday.

strangers stayed on the same trip

or maybe it was a different trip.

it is morning now

and I am almost at the end,

one more to go.

I will not do this again,

too hard this time around,

maybe after resting for a year

the Marathon will call me

like a flame haired Siren.

Join us, she whispers, and the

whisper grows louder,

and the poetry grows

louder and perhaps I will.