Our rambling conversation
gradually reveals
your assured expectations
that everyone will
follow the lines,
no matter how narrow
and constrained you
paint them.
As I listen and nod,
I wonder at how
to ready you for
the free will of
those you love.
Learning to hold
a butterfly with open
fingers arrives
only with a certain
unraveling of life.
I can only prepare myself,
ready to shelter you
as wisdom roars down
into your arranged
and shattering world.
Categories: Poetry