All the Poppies in California

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 155 Thank you Shay for holding the fort down when it was my turn to do it.  You are amazing my friend! 

I lost a beautiful and precious flower long before I had the strength for letting go

so I became a hoarder of the sky

my eyes glued to the moon like sequins on a red dress

stars in my eyes I walked through all the fields of poppies only longing for blue birds out of my reach

I had an empty vase that all the poppies in California could not fill

certain regrets   burrow and  dig    and take away

leaving a soul always searching for more beyond the horizon

stuck between the couch and the wall like a paper airplane

thrown careless and hard

life gives and it takes away

and we either learn through falling

or we remain stuck

eventually I learned to get back up

to reach out my hands

not just for help

but also to let go

that is how birds learn to soar.