Finding My Way
You could say that I’m surreally filled to the brim…
Even in the womb I was spouting words like,
“It’s a dark, cold wind gonna blow the doors off this ship
which will surely wind up at the bottom of the sea!”
Yet I found my way among stray dogs
and birds that somehow knew my name,
always willing to share what they’d seen
while in the air or sitting on a wire
above the broken people in the streets…
Meet the Author:
Jeffrey Zable is a teacher, conga drummer/percussionist
who plays Afro-Cuban folkloric music for dance classes and
rumbas around the San Francisco Bay Area and a writer of poetry,
flash-fiction, and non-fiction. He's published five chapbooks
and his writing has appeared in hundreds of literary magazines
and anthologies, more recently in The Paradox, Beach Chair
New English Review, The Raven's Perch, Hot Pot, and many others.