she has always been mysterious
she could spin forever on a playground swing
and not be dizzy
she ran away once and set up house
under a playground bush
she had her reasons
~
when she came to us
there were sores on her feet
and distance in her eyes
and beauty in her soul
~
she is a wanderer, a seeker
looking for life
in the corners of the earth
i can still feel the father-daughter connection
even when she is half the world away
The Ace Hotel Notebook 