Beyond hazel reflections
I see
a plunge into a pile of charred red and rusted orange
the smile contagious, a laughter without bounds,
an innocence of learning
and wanting to share
then shamed and dampened
covered in dirt
by those trying to bury their own stories
arms and legs left bound beneath fallen branches
roots that didn’t dig into the soil
an entrapment believed to keep the dreamer down
stuck beneath years of marauding lies
until,
through the spaces that the broken wreckage couldn’t fill
a hand stretched out
a return to love
by the same light of wonder
that scattered the leaves
us, him, me.