looking back at turbulence that
could have been avoided, could
have been controlled, I am
half anger, half child.
Carried by breezes, I am lifted and
caressed, am let fall and damaged
by the solid air.
Somewhere along this way I have
surrendered to the currents that
support and savage me.
If a clear sky fell, left shattered
blue debris and
silence; if one cloud drifts
just here, shaped so, my head upon
What price my head upon it? my
My sails snap in silences,
tautened by trade-winds, carrying me
on unknown, unimportant paths.