Living in the Gap
The red and white stripes flutter and flap in the wind. As it catches a gust it swells from the bottom, filling out the stars on the blue square only to cave in and lift again. The top corner turns down, folds, and drops as if giving up. Then it whips into the air refusing to surrender. Strong, proud, unwavering, it stands its ground. It rolls and ripples like the ocean and catches flight in the sky though it goes nowhere since it’s tethered to the pole. I think of how our emotions sail, flutter, and fall…yet still we return to the constant within us.