Toweled, staring out the transom window above the bed sheets. Cirrus clouds, near us, bountiful, wispy lined impressions, expressions of soaring adventures; tempting, yet some distance away, a distant tearing, tugging, a struggle; searing tears in child eyes, stretched across each window; tearing, a towering meniscus ready to topple, squeezed but still blurring - blink washed. A ‘Beggar’s prayer’ for freedom, for release, for proof, for the imagined right to live a child’s life, unrestrained.
-Gary Edward Geraci