A poem inspired by a friend.

Draconian Measures

I hear your wings trembling
through your words,
your fear of falling
well founded on circumstance
but nevertheless preventing you
from those branch to branch leaps
that all scaled angels can do.

Your response is to pile up
a blue brick fortress
rows upon rows of
alternating mortared protection
guarding you from the life
you know you really
wish to lead
but don’t know how.

Between the battlements you hide
with your numeric friends,
arabic ghosts
who play together
with perfect symmetry.
I bet you wished that humans functioned
according to GAAP.

Maybe I can persuade you to
remove one brick,
poke your head through and tell your lover
‘I’m scared, hold me
show me how to match wingbeats across this chasm,
gaze into your eyes
and never look down.’