Isn’t it wonderful
how we can see the blizzard
but not feel its wrath?
How still water hugs you
welcomes you into its grasp,
yet the need for air always a threat?
What if you could capture all the stars in the sky
and place the delicate things in a mason jar?
What if stars were really no bigger than a speck in the sky
Would we care so much about them?
And what if these stars
were all the emotions
focused into the people around you?
Would you still want to capture them all in a mason jar?
If you were to lay in the grass
and wonder all these things
you would listen to the crickets as they sing to you the answers
in a language unknown
But what if
the crickets ceased their song
to listen to your reply?
And when morning rises,
you rise with it
Spreading your wings
and taking off
Experiencing freedom
for the first time.