Pearson Pivot

What I wouldn’t do.

I dream of being rain wind.

Hot, breezy, gripless.

Anger, destiny.

Timing, reactions, death, fear.

I have no control.

There’s much to see still.

Would you like companionship?

Twain, waves may take us.

Suspicious, I watched.

Forbidding my name from lips.

Like smoke, still billows.

Babe chirped, hopefully.

Mother bird, leaving same time.

Now to live and fly.

Lift me, carry me.

I’m out of strength, like a log.

…men as trees…walking…

Feel gusts push me through.

Walk into eternity.

My time here is up.