Walking Wounded: Attachment

I have been thinking about Attachment. How we want to take relationships and affections, plant them in a pot on our sills, box them up and keep them. My mind wants to mark each one as "good" or "bad" keeping these determinations in their pots, and leaving them there. But that's not the truth. Attachment is pine, an industrial sprinkler cover, and a pinwheel. I hope you like it.