A dance in a dream
We have become
Perhaps our baby wings
Are out for reconditioning
I’ve heard of it
They come back goldenly refit
We’ll need them when the party’s done
For now we’ll twirl on ballerina toes
If we spin fast enough
We’ll get a rise
A little floating lift
And we can pirouette around the town
And through the days
And wear a glittery haze
An ephemeral winged crown
For in our feet we hold the memory
Of how it feels to fly
And in our arms 
We hold our remnant feathers tenderly
And practice leaping at the sky

Sara Mathews     January 2022

Artwork ~ Jennifer Mujezinovic