Receding Feelings

The clouds perked up
using the wet sand as
a mirror and I smiled
at every glimmer of hope.

The clouds and I go out
to count all the grains on
the beach and wonder if
our blessings could add up.

I considered spinning into a tornado
and twirling violently in the den
throwing every object my arms
could reach before you got home.

Luckily I’ve cooled down over the
years so all you’ll receive is a gentle
twinkle from my eyes and a letter
thanking you for all the butterflies.

Now I sweep away my past
and let the tears join the ocean, because
I can no longer skip time off the waves;
It’s time to find new stomping grounds.