I looked ahead to empty ground
Hooks shaped the letter "J"
Like a puzzle still boxed
not connected they lay.

Some hooks behind my back
Burdened with scar
While many lay straightened
How these legs have walked far.

Some of them hooks
Bare pieces of old skin
Stepping stones I've walked
Some are thick, most are thin.

Thick stones they hover
Sandwiched in air
Thin ones they chip and break out of shape
Covered in mire, to air they'd not take.

Air blows around
Grooming hovered ones smooth
Shaping the future
In how you so choose....


~Bentlee~