learning to love without one foot out the door

is like
tricking yourself out of
an airplane
parachute in place
skydiving
you ask yourself
why you're trying to
take mankind to heights
for which we were
not given wings
why fly when you
were built to stay
on the ground

is like
rolling your eyes
at the story of
Icarus, like...
"Come on, man!
You should've known!"

and yet...
the sky keeps calling me
promising me nothing
more than sunrises
and sunsets and
probably some rain,
but oh
the colors and
breezes and the
breath of God

the ground will
never feel the same

1.9.18

For Auston