I scooped handfuls of pink confetti,
gave it wildly to the sky and watched it
float down to my hair, cheeks, nose, wings
and there I was, perched on my branch of blossom
singing thanks to my velvet landing and
wings of release. My beak looks fine don’t
you think? Playing this rousing tune to all
around, collecting delight in my chocolate opal feathers,
skinny legs, like hers down the road
and royal stretching wings. But I can’t stay.
I need to taste the lift once more, feel the rush
and hover light knowing I’m safe.
I’ll return to the grind when I’m done,
these wings show me what it’s like to soar.
Come now, ride with me, you won’t
stumble in clouds.
Background: Flying is a frequent dream of mine. Not surprising really!
A poem from my chapbook Quicksand.