Nomad Writer

You were —

As a bird

That loved to eat

From the palm of my hand

A butterfly I could easily coax

To perch with delicate grace

Upon my finger’s slender branch

Yet I can sense the wind

Gathering ‘neath your wings

The palpable frisson

Of your zeal to leave my side

And I cannot hold you back

Though I’d want to keep you near

Deeply tethered

Til you change your mind

But

I’ll let you go

With pained reluctance

I’ll let you roam free

Beyond the sky that separates

Yet connects us

To find your way

And perhaps one day

When the sun

Touches the moon

We’ll cross paths again

Older

And hopefully

A little wiser