It comes on
savage, strong,
stripping everything,
leaving us
a pittance of desire.
Whatever we knew
before all this
will not matter after.
Pushing us off the edge.
Reality waiting below.
Are you ready
to test your wings
and climb,
or tumble back down,
crash on the bottom?
Death is a common thing,
perhaps,
the only thing
we all share,
but life lived
along the spectrum,
is only seen
when visible.
We cannot exist
in ways
we cannot see
from here.
Windows smashed
and now,
in comes the nature.
Tides rise
above those
fruitless walls.
Digging now,
inside you,
the embolism,
the demon,
and the frog.
We might resist.
We might stand.
Here,
on the edge,
we hope,
and we plan.
Spread those wings wide,
catch the gale,
and fly.
Not every way
is carved into the Earth,
some
are written in the sky.
More exists
than we can see.
Invisible,
in that we fail to notice.
The tragic climb
above the silt,
reveals the aftermath.
It comes on,
hard,
and without warning.
It changes everything
that comes after.
It will never be the same,
the whole world is changed.
That is why
I gave you wings.
HG – 2020
