• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 08

From this perch, I can keep you safe

I am yours, but you are not mine;
wide eyes they watch over.

We once were garden guards, guardians
of the sky, and beyond. Keepers-of-secrets,
peacemakers, gifting clouds for pillows. We
licked loved ones on their return, built our
nests from brambles.

Invited in: we opted for shelter over wings,
where we played games of would you rather.
Watch the world from behind bars bars, or
fail to rest long enough to build a home?

Not long ago questions were inventive,
Boundless; but we got carried away
worrying about whose eyes
lie outside these cages.