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I am sitting at the end of the old, salt-stung jetty
The wind whispers insistently
…”Try!”
My heart leaps and retreats
A butterfly in an open jar
I stretch my wings and they ache
Unused from winter
My cheeks are too pale, too clean
My brown eyes smart form the laughing wind
Colliding with my warm cocoon
I am at a crossroad
But a little more reticent
Deliberately older and painted wiser
My leaps of faith are made with a pencilled outline
And I hold pencil and paintbrush
Aching heart
Aching limbs
I am learning to fly once again!
Words: September 2008
Photo: Barbara Bleckly, February 2015