vulnerability

how curious

to call something so vast my close friend,

and try to hide behind cotton candy clouds

playing hide and seek.

I want to be found, I do

but how do they live without clouds?

i like the spinning tea cups

and don’t understand mad talk.

how grown-up,

to believe You stopped looking for me.

hide, hide, hide, I must,

for it’s so painfully harsh to be naked.

with fearful curiosity I continue observe,

wanting to join them.

but something keeps me in the clouds

and I just can’t jump off.

after much too long a whisper comes, a wind,

gentle, but firm, with an invitation into union.

“come out from hiding,” it reads.

the words are piercingly clear,

with no promise that it won’t hurt.