“Imagine that you are a bird that can see through space and time, looking down at your entire life. What do you see?”

moments of laughter and moments of tears,

a freckled face drenched in salt-water from perceived slights,

from a distorted image,

from a free price tag I’d handwritten and stuck to my heart.

fear and anxiety looming like clouds

over the steps I’ve taken time and time again….

 

I see red rocks, green grass, ocean lapping at my feet,

the streets of barcelona and madrid,

dreams of Irish countryside,

beers with a young irish woman in the heart of boston,

backpacks overflowing with supplies,

blistered feet,

worn-down hiking boots,

the rainbow colors of a gym rock wall,

chalk…

lots and lots of chalk…

all mixed together with the finesse of a baker

moonlighting as a sculptor

before waking early to do what has become muscle-memory.

A life blended with perhaps too much water,

but the colors still bleed

backwards and forwards

providing light in the darkest moments

and vibrancy in the light.

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