by Lara Lustemberg
Blue skies reveal the sorrow
that we borrow
from our parents
and their parents and
shared pasts
The cycle is endless
Their pain is relentless
and your pain is, too
You don’t hide behind wrinkles
You don’t blame it on crinkles
in the sheets
You hid behind laughter
not thinking about it after
because you were a kid
The blue skies reveal sorrow
and we borrow from our mothers and fathers
and we strengthen our armor, and we plan
our departures
A bird is free to fly
after it falls
flees from the snake who crawls
A bird is free to fly.
