I am tall - though not tall enough to see beyond the trees.
I hear screeching gulls but are they mere Sirens?
I smell and taste salt on the breeze. Does the ocean pulse?
Cradling my head, I wonder.

crow cries   metalling the skies
supply the greys
and hack up the winds

'pup' is sad and so says
i point out a 'v' of exit geese against the sky
says he's not sad anymore and he's not
a child's power  just like that

On one side are past traumas
The other side the audience
There's a mountain to explain, and attention spans are razor thin
So to cut the message across, brevity I'm told is key
You hold on to the edges of your seat
But I'm hiding behind me
The 'Me' is an empty shell, inside it stuffed with things
conformity, fear of being judged, and smiles
there's ego, pride and shame, all of them raised up by fear
birthed by the illusion of control
and so the story goes:
there was pain, there was hurt
there was heart, and there was love