Pretty words litter ugly truths
while true words are hidden in
cavernous lockets that reside in
imaginations and secrets.
Floating or walking smoothly,
bubbles flutter in and out of existence
catching the sunlight without
delightful displays of naming
and pop without a sound.
Only the most fragile success
in impossible things (because
they need to; to experience something magical)
The delicacy of the almost broken
shatter once pulled over
by the rocking motion of the sea.
It isn't to prove the extraordinary
but to live what little vivacity
that's left to them.
It is all they can do,
the shattered,
to understand what's true
and what isn't.
