He sits in the chair, all
arms and legs,
hands expressing freefall thoughts;
“own your own path”,
“be responsible for your choices”,
“The system didn’t fail me: I failed myself”.
The air crackles. I shoot into my archives and
my spirit echoes his words.
“The world owes me nothing”, his oration shimmering
soft rain around a street light and
my mind and spirit
harmonise, acknowledging his truth.