my voice leaps breathless, the drone
of a thousand wings, flutters, prayers
for life. do you listen?
in moments I am jealous of such desire,
while you shudder to earth beneath the
impressions of a hundred unkind whispers.
for now, you let the openness act as a wall.
from here, I am steady with life for your word.
children, parents, these are masks,
worries, fears, mere reflections of
missing you, ripples within wondering.
I will let the sky be too big.
I will let breezes prowl across the open spaces.