Between the Climb and the Becoming

He stands mid-motion 
not at the top,
not where he began,
but in the bright chaos
of becoming.

Yellow spills like possibility,
loud, unfinished,
refusing to stay inside the lines.

Fragments float 
blue, red, green 
like pieces of a future
not yet arranged,
not yet understood.

“Live. Climb. Repeat.”
a quiet rhythm beneath the noise,
the body learning its own persistence.

And somewhere, written lightly
as if not to break the moment 
you have so much
to look forward to.

Not a promise.
Not a guarantee.
Just a direction
held gently in the air.

Object number

088.053