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.
