Theresa Williams

excerpt from: The Secret of Hurricanes

I, survivor,
stood at the beginning of a new millennium.
A thousand years to do what I wanted.

What did I want to do?

The truth? I hadn't much ambition.
No ambition, really.
Other than to move and be moved.
To be caressed.
Like a ball before it's thrown.

No.
No illusions of love. Just touch.
That's all.
The chance to feel myself existing.
The way you can only exist
between somebody else's hands.

© 2003 Theresa Williams

Theresa Williams is a professor of English at Bowling Green State University, who recently finished her first novel The Secret of Hurricanes, which was a finalist for the Patterson Fiction Prize

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