Delicate
airborne
calico
angels
wind
surfing
alighting
windowsills
shoulders
graceful
harbingers
of hope
embodying
change
moving
from green
to orange
pure
cherubs
transforming
us
from
plain
to
winged
beauties
capable
of
anything

Sitting

between

us

parts

of

used to

be

broken

pieces

refusing

compromise

unglued

worn

unhinged

disavowed

toys

once

bound

together

now

scattered

messy

fingering

them

avoiding

attempts

at reconstruction

we’ve

become

unusable

scraps

slices

fractions

iotas

Tapping

settling

compacting

unwrapping

unfoiling

choosing

lighting

you

first

breath

drawn

calming

tasteful

robust

smooth

too quickly

habitual

harsh

toxic

addictive

what was once

occasional

turned

enslaving

a part of me

finally

stubbed

out

you’ve

turned

to

ash

Recounting

us

sand

sitting

waves

breaking

rolling

whitewashing

water

approaching

feet

tickling

giggles

tradewinds

tease

canopies

fluttering

fabric

pails

build

our castle

miracles

sun

and

moon

share

sky

like

us

we

are

each

others

beach

day

horizon

You will be fine, my dear boy. You’re in the process of finding yourself. You’re in a dark place now; you’ve tasted freedom; you’ve soared, but now you’ve come back to the roost. You still have the capacity to fly; you’ve always been a bird; but now you’ve come back refreshed, with new vigor. Be patient dear boy, for your future is bright, even if today it looks dark. Bide your time, gather your resources, and next when its time to fly, you’ll be stronger and more determined. Remain steadfast and focused; push aside distractions and things of no value. Yours is the world. Grab it my boy and take big, juicy bites.