Calling you in my dream,
My finger dials your number.
My past meets you in the present,
Enjoying the sensation of the rotary.
Your mom abruptly answers instead,
Worried about you – Yes, I understand.
You laugh and say,
I do stand close to the edge as a rule.
Letting you go… watching you grow…
She’s become weary of the edge.
digital image, Photoshop
original: 1000 x 1000 px