Raise your wings—
My sad soul sings;
Fly skyward and
My slack sails fill.
You need invoke no angels,
Since the day your
Mama nudged you
To the edge of nothing,
Singing
“Cheer, cheer, cheer,
“No worries, hurry,
“This is what we do,”
And you too
Dropped into the void
And married air to feather,
Flying, diving, catapulting,
Soaring evermore, for sustenance,
For life, for self-defense,
Sometimes for love it seems,
And in my dreams,
Sometimes, I too
Embrace the emptiness
And deconstruct
Our secret code
Of flying without memory
Or effort, just because
It’s what we do.