For months I have been towing today
into tomorrow. Stuck in limbo, this is take,
is see, is pulling me loose.
I am exhausted with red tape, with tucking
and folding another email into the void.
Left hanging, imagine the last autumn leaf
on the old oak tree–this is my patience now.
But outside, summer makes its move. I think,
I have been separated from _________ for so long,
it is pouring me out.
One day, like a chrysalis,
I’ll shed this cocoon. Until then
I’ll beat my new wings against the walls.