Passage

I see a passage
to another world
cautious, wistful I stand
my feet pointing straight ahead

I am sad when I think of myself
as the bird who cannot fly
my heart hurts
longing to take flight

then the energy sets me in motion,
curiosity textured with luck
making me smile

the features of this change
connect, ripples like ribbon across the water.

I count to three and
begin again.

– from September 2013

  

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