Tiny bunches of coconuts growing way to high to retrieve. Colorful flying birds, small and long.
I close my eyes and it all vanishes.
Forgotten at once like history before words.
Tears tear from the inside scratching to get out unable to understand what my eyes forgot.
Opening again my surroundings calm.
Quenched like a homemade margarita.
Soft like cashmere.
Closing again turbulent tornados turning and tumbling my once opened reality into dust and metal.
The fleeting life I have finished eaten emptied.
Opening sees love who looks back dark and soft sparkling with life and dancing with hope.
Dampening with worry and dull fret.
Disappearing into haunted longing for a different now.
Regrets, sorrows, filling in the shadows.
Stay open my eyes to the painted reality.
Open, to the crafted reminders of presence.
Refuse to close!
Tooth picked open!
Duck tape, tacks, nailed open!
Refuge taken and owned with eyes wide open.