Weather #1

In time, the domain reflects back upon us
So you best be
Creating an orange triangle or more
To keep the flows steady

When in doubt lock it all in place
Leave it for the butterflies
To weave their protective sheaths
Then harvest their silk

Drops become trickles
Trickles become streams
Streams become rivers
Rivers become oceans
Oceans become clouds
To be blown by the storm
Far, far away

©Heather Coldstream


About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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