found, wanting

 

 

Found, Wanting

 

Unpredictable like the sun

glinting off the top of waves:

 

She’s buoyant and boisterously

terrifying—choose

from right

or wrong—

each one

is unbearable.

 

She’ll ride over a rock,

adding scabs

to her knees.

 

She’ll reach home

before the lights come on

to disinfect

her broken skin.

 

She will stumble

and I will be spared

the memory

of that sting,

that scrape.

 

Why risk

forgetting the joy

of faith slipping into the blue

like helium in a toddler’s hand?

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