Clipped Wings
I prune you,
my precious possession,
to keep you safe.
Plants,
when pinched back,
will flourish
sprouting anew and
bloom abundantly.
And so will you.
Never mind that the
wild roses and columbine
prosper very well
under natures hand.
You will be my tended prize.
I think you do not
understand the perils
of the wild sky.
I cannot keep
nor protect
you in the clouds
where dreams beat in
the wings of eagles;
where fate and the
creators hand are your
fickle master.
Do no struggle against
my protective arms.
Only your flight is lost
with the calculated
snip of my sheers.
You will be safe
here on the ground with me.
This cage
your fortress,
your broken wings
your bars.
Ignore the noisy V
passing overhead
the sinking in your belly
and the tug at your heart.
This isn't death
but love.
klk
6/11/00