a year of rowdiness

Posted on Monday, May 27, 2013

The small man

Builds cages for everyone



While the sage,

Who has to duck his head

When the moon is low,

Keeps dropping keys all night long

For the




 From “Dropping Keys in The Gift translated by the talented Daniel Ladinsky


I once was a small man, hunched tightly inside my cage.  The days were long, nights – cold.  The steel bars of mine dripped with sorrow and longing.  Deeply rooted at the foot of my bed, beneath the dust and sand, I found a small diamond I’d mistaken for years as broken glass – what I once thought was an omen of my poor fate.

As I sat one day, swimming in my tears, I began to polish that gem of mine, pouring my desires and wishes into the stone.  It was on that one day, after years of attention and love, it sparkled so bright, and everything became illuminated.  There against the crisp night, I saw myself, my true self in the reflection – shining.

This is the story of a small man who transformed, growing bigger, wilder and rowdier with the moon.  He heard the howls of sages long before – the symphony of their keys echoing across the wind.  And so, he too dropped his key, and left his diamond to illuminate the sky and to radiate for anyone to dared to look into it’s light.


It has been one year since rowdy prisoners began.  In one year I’ve completed a master’s degree, I’ve soared to Spain, Ireland, Portugal.  I’ve moved towns, I’ve begun holding a child in my womb, I’ve cried, I’ve laughed.  I have become a richer lover.  I’ve failed, I’ve won, I’ve tugged and let go. Each year, each day, each moment we are rebuilding, reshaping ourselves.

What has expanded in your life in one year?  What have you lost?  Who are you now?  Who were you then?  As a beautiful rowdy prisoner, it is my hope to hear more keys dropping, more cages broken, more dreams filled.  Our hopes held tight under the moon are not solely for the sleepers, the wealthy, the fortunate in luck – they are for all – all who dare to shake wildly in their cages until finally, finally, they’ve come to touch their very own freedom, and taste the honey-soaked sweetness of life.


Feature image, individualist, provided by Dirk Wuestenhagen Imagery 



  1. Congratulations on your blog anniversary, Jessica! It’s been wonderful to follow you along on your journey. I can feel your happiness shining through this post. (HUG)

    • Andrea – Thank you for your constant support, mentorship, encouragement and friendship. I am grateful to have you alongside me.

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