Coral Rosary

Our growing children feel trapped compare themselves to piers prematurely leaving a natural thing life batters them about like a cat on a grouse they retreat to a mental cay they once called home patching wings with fear and self pity plotting another escape seasons go by and by they've grown plump -complacent- thinking they're ready for another foray mistakes of the pin feathered past their unacknowledged ballast just outside the breakers a final glimpse of a patched wing skimming just above dorsal finned prayers a salty spray engulfs the heart of the cay the gulls are screaming the gulls are screaming