Creature Speak

The wall that keeps me from the magic 
of my imagination is not my friend.  
For who can be friends with the past?

Stone memories in rows 
lined with rocky future thoughts.
Nothing here and present 
to get to know me.  

Only preconceived notions 
in a fight for relevance 
they will never win.  

But walls can only be built so high.

And birds don’t see anything 
as a sign to stop, 
only scenery as they soar.

So my mind shall be 
that of a bird now.
And I shall see the beauty 
in the boundary;

The prisms emerging
from light touching stones
paved with tears and forgetting.

I will make a home in the clouds 
where all our collective dreaming 
hangs out, 

waiting to witness 
when the next one hits a wall 
and falls to the ground.

On their backs facing the sky, 
our dreams can finally see
there is only one way left to go.

© 2023, Sheya Forest