And a brook
does not wait for
the leaves
of disaster to
catch
it.
The sky was gray
and you were
unhappy.
It wasn't
anything particular,
just an unshakeable
restlessness
residing in your
soul.
You wished to leave
but you didn't.
you
knew you
needed
to be where
you were
right at that moment.
and yet
you
anticipated the day
when you
would
finally
grow wings
and fly
away
safely.
