Curtained off I stare ahead
at life- a sea-blue whirlpool
its circumference my sorrow
spun clearly, like a basket 
made of wicker.

Our hopes hang on a line 
swaying back and forth
with every breeze
ever
sunset dinnertime.

We flip flop 
seasons 
trudging ahead
each of us hoping 
for the other.

One day I walked 
all the way to the edge of the beach 
just to wash my toes 
in the sea. 
The sand got in my creases 
and I shook off the smell of
failure. 

If hope is a thing with 
wings, I pray for my swift 
ascension. 
Baptize me in its water. 
Cradle me in its wind.
Combine our resources.

I have long hoped for
metamorphosis
caterpillar to butterfly
Jean Grey to Phoenix
whatever glistens
in its wake. 

The sun sets on my
desires. I curtsy out
the day. Maybe tomorrow
we will meet somewhere 
where the sun only shines
and life is easy.