That magic pouch you gave me,
A sack big enough to house the winds of the world
And small enough to encase a single ruby.
Have I awoken from a dream?
Just yesterday we were walking through the summer fields hand in hand,
The farmhouses in the valley spread before us like a carpet,
The clouds above us glowing amber in the sunset.
We were about to take the leap,
Ready to fly.
Now I open my eyes and here I am
Writing poetry in a church
With my friends.
Dec. 13, 2016