By W. PARKER LUITWIELER

Hello blue and orange

looking down on me

Only able to see

The form of thee

With no eyes to judge

And no hands to grope

Looking up at the sky

I desire more than hope

With a tooth in grin

It’ll come to me

I hope to see

Who I will be

In the end will we meet?

Am I more than meat

To those above

Looking down on me?

Photo by BRANDON SAGLAM