My eyes – when I first saw
– the sky in somber procession
azure hues in – swatches
manifest – as white tufts of anxiety
connected – to the horizon
and yet easily leave me –

Thus I am – more like you
the – parts of me dissipate like clouds

– hide our stories from others
abandoned – to distant shores

Buckled
beneath
bold
blunders
beautifully
broken.
Becoming
better,
building
bridges.