June 7th

There are many wes
inside the me,
but two
really stand out…

…and I feel the need
to honor them both.

One is creative and wild.
who throws paint at a canvas
just to watch what random designs ensue.

She is a child at heart
who plays with the wind,
and sees animals and trees as friends
as much as
her real ones.

The other is old,
stable and wise.

Who takes the wild child’s chaos
and puts it back into order.

I can’t imagine living life
without them.

But sometimes…
…they play…