A Discovery

Look again

Can you find yourself?

All the life in you yet?

The immaculate brightness

Tilt your head

You'd be hard-pushed to forget this cut of morning

A moment of stillness and a petal harvest

Sky up the walls and around us

Dressed in humble colors

But with cloth to spare

Can you name it? This strength

As more of the world meets the day

The sense it makes

How many pairs of eyes have something to say?

Tall as midnight and still climbing

There is skill in limbs lost to dance

There is a kind of beautiful in your walk

Piano in the footsteps

Poise in your outline

Balance in your hand

Don't worry about loud or sweeter

The news or the ick

How many times were you promised a future?

Birds have always flown and come back

Yours is a dream in wet paint yet to dry

Its colors will catch an earnest eye