THE GIFT

I will never forget the night they called
and said your time had come.
Your heart had fought a valiant battle,
bravely

Wide open

Life pulls the rug out from under you.

You stand up tall

and do the one thing you have wanted

to make your life work.

You

The tips of my fingers

intertwine at my breast

My fingernails find resistance

But persist

The flesh begins to yield

as

His heart was thrown Wide open
To the beauty of the world
Such grace and understanding
For one so brazen and so bold

It wasn't

I want the ball.
In fact I demand it.
why don't they pass?
I don't understand it.

Look over here!
like a windmill on crack,
I