The universe
must laugh 
with twisted
knowing

It should have come
as no surprise -

this was built 
on bricks of pain
amongst fleeting moments 
of Hope. 

Existing always 
was a desire -
A sort of 
understanding
that I would 
be here, grow here,
once I stood
on solid ground. 

I held out my hands;

“I’m ready,”

I promised. 

She smiles
visualizing a
story 

I see it 
in greys and blues
and know not
how it ends. 

As I watch,
my arms become
so full I 
lose my balance. 

Faltering, I 
look to the shore 
and ask for guidance. 

“You asked,”

She smiles. 

“And so you received.”