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.

Perfectly

single

whole

plump

succulent

bit

bruised

blemished

maybe

imperfectly

single

dented

scraped

frosted

peeled

gutted

tossed

now

flavored

menagerie

juicy

fruitful

at last

perfectly

coupled

not

missing

you

missing

us

Minutes

past

midnight

dripping

rain

standing

naked

challenging

God

where

art

thou

I

am

always

in

questions

and

never

in

answers

Not

opposite

not

opposing

different

perpendicularly

parallel

intersecting

arrow and

heart

breezy

whispered

wishes

bleeding

admissions

souls

under foot

chilling

exposure

drawing

linen

disguised

disappointment

once together

now apart

once admitted

now absolved

longings

ssshhh

Solo

voce

darkened

whispers

horizon

gathered

erupting

storm

rumbling

flash

clap

salted rain

saturating

linen

landscapes

clearing

harmonious

orbs

sun

moon

rationing

our

horizons

sharing

our

same

sky