the portal

January 17, 2025

I see a portal open up in the sky one sunny afternoon

Blue and folded like silk opening into endless space, somewhere I yearn for but also can't stand to think of

Robins call and swoop down to meet it mid-air in a cacophony of winter stars

They fly within that fabric of time and leave this world, migrating into that warm space between us and them

Seven Vs have caught me breathless

I see things that aren't the truth but the truth I never see

Why can't the angel calling me reach out and let me free?