.
Maybe it is time
to leave
this artificial womb.
Split this chrysalis,
and see what I’ve become.
Ever since a young boy,
I have tried
to hide
my trauma
and my treasure.
Not so easy
anymore,
I’m skinless in the desert.
Under an endless sky,
waiting for nature
to take her course,
but my God,
is she ever slow,
so I get bored
and wander off.
They set up a tin-man.
No heart
and useless armor.
Shot through,
like an old soda can,
by 13 year old me
with my new BB gun.
Wish I could string it all together,
but I’m trying
and that’s half the fun.
Sitting here,
trying to make sense
of a universe
that is so far beyond me.
But for some
unfathomable reason,
we evolved to be able to perceive
the Universe,
the quantum particle,
and the multiverse.
Not bad for a chimp.
Wonder what I’ll become next?
What color will my wings be?
Where will they carry me?
Will I make it?
Sick of sober questions.
There used to be a time
when experience,
would precede the inquiry,
but I’m older, now.
I’ve learned the price
of impatience,
and the value
of lingering in the moment.
I hope my new wings
will shelter those who need it.
Crack the shell,
and peek out,
like a child beneath the covers
checking to see
if the monsters are gone.
I know they are not,
but what must be done,
must me done.
Here I go.
Another trip begins.
HG – 2022
