I got a bit lost at first, since I think I was taking it a bit too literally. Works nicely, in that loose sort of way, as more poetry than prose. Welcome to ficly, by the way, as I haven’t seen you around before.
I feel like this belongs in one of those coffee-table books with inspirational poems/prose and flowery water-color pictures. But this isn’t a crappy coffee-table book, it’s actually inspirational!
I find this piece very thought-provoking. It begs to be read more than once. That is a good thing. Too often people are put off by the first line of prose or poetry, but you force them to ask, “What is this?”