NOW

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NOW

about time

Day 4.

SO OK

how did this happen?

this broken fairy tale

this chipped china cup

this stained linen

this orphan

with no home

wandering our hearts

searching for cures

and for clues

this pitiful beauty

lying before us

we have gorged upon bodies like his

and sipped from their restless souls

staining our teeth

with their grief

these tiny bits

these fragments

and their passions

arms and limbs

ripped

dangling

brought back

returning

to nests

to feed

to suckle

to nourish

our young

this young man

hungry with his vigilant desires

us with our cupboards bare

except for dust

and forgotten letters

tucked in cracks and crannies

some of love

some of fortitude

some of foolishness

scribbles and scratches

rants and raves

of excitement

of hope

that reminds us of him

just there

as he lay

so very still

innocent and weary

should we caution him

of traps

of unripe bitter fruit

of foolish dreams

and unreachable goals

telling him to go slow

or to be brave

or to run

or to hide

to let go

to be strong

to be cunning

should we tell him

that we

have already paid

upfront

and in full

his guardians

his watchers

his protectors

should we beg him

pleading

to end the search

accept truth

that nothing changes

and no one

ever will

should we show him

their graves

some monuments

some sticks

some stones

and some

just dust

should we empty our pockets

all the bits and pieces

on ceremonial cloths

some soiled

some plain

some shiny

some frayed

some sharp

some angry

that poked

that made us wince

and chuckle

as we made our way

bumping and prodding

along

all these parts

meticulously tucked

just so

just here

should we show him

the hope chests

the treasures

the remnants

of banners

that went to war

but never returned

except these pieces

inside

all of

these boxes

watch him dream now

wrestle and stir

this gallant soldier

in his slumber

this dreamer

this forger

this sailor

this weaver

maybe he’s weaving

a bridge back to them

a ship back to there

and that one day

we will all cross

to forgive

to once again be freed

to be born

to begin again

to once again be

better than

just