"when I look up" - 1/14/2018

the sky looks lost
     like he doesn't know who
he's supposed to be;

the sky blends together
            as watercolors, or blood
   seeping into a bandage

maybe he's just lost, maybe
        the sky truly doesn't know
  who he's supposed to be yet.

standing under the sky,
    (a little boy)
stares up and watches the blood

drip
       from the setting sun
as the stars blink in one by one

and he knows who he is
         (but not who he's becoming)
and he knows who he wants to be

(but not how
        he's going to get there)
                but he stands nonetheless.