each insignicant wisp of cloud
silhouettes a cardinal whole
catches your thoughts aloud:
maybe it was the distance that allowed you to hear it all at once –
not in an unforgiving cacophony –
everything, just everything:
Everything unfolds and presents itself to you,
Bare. There. Fair.
It’s You’re all here.
All the pieces of you,
Undone; never any clearer,
And you have never felt so alive.
Light clouds heavy with tears,
you are a splitting image of gratefulness,
of near hope and accepted fears.