Stand with me

against the wind

behind the tree.

The owl that sees in the dark

in the world’s dormancy

experiencing the world

I wonder what does he see?

The elder says

what will be will be,

yet I find hope can fall

like a brick from a balcony.

My fear of heights has been healed

because you flew with me

and I remember the letter

you wrote recently.

You said all I had to do

was for me to be me.

A feather as a bookmark;

you are part of my history.

That’s what happens

when you stand with me.

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