I freed a Cape Robin
and felt her tiny [[heart]] pulsing,
felt the clean fear of no [[way]] out
and the great courage to let herself
be held, the heroic [[surrender]]
she gave in to, having found
that you cannot break the glass your[[self]].

You can only enter in hope
and then lose it all and let go,
completely at the [[mercy]]
moulded by what made both Robin and me,
which only takes form
in a chain of human hands,
my own but a part
of what brought her to the open door
where she soared back
to seeming separation
as the sun set sail into
an orange matched only by her
bright chest.

Light Sail


  • The healing we took birth for