BECAUSE OF IT

Liken the circuitry of acceptance to a storm,

see the roots once hidden by the mirror of ground.

See the lights beneath your steps,

and rivulets you cannot hear,

but see in the torrents of time.

Time is like a parrot,

ripping its cage.

I see the colours of my imagination,

soar,

because it is not mine.

I cannot be derivative,

if I derive myself from the chameleonesque qualities

of all around me.

I am not broken by time,

I am free because of it.

Poem and image © 2005 by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos not yet Rockwell Wilder