All your life you
were never
you.
Born one
way, being
another.
I dreamt of
you
with such sad
clarity, not
perfect/
perfection:
all silver and
shadow.
Reflecting
what shines
on
you.
Til this day
past guessing,
seeing
what is
reality.
Breathing,
heart-beating
life.
Francis Hicks moved to the Oregon coast a while back, which to him is heaven. He walks on the beach most days, gathering inspiration and seashells. His writing has appeared in Emerge Magazine, Ariel Chart Magazine, and several anthologies including Dairy Hollow Echo, The Way The Light Slants, and Life Is A Journey.
