WINGS
I humbled myself with
scarves
veils
abayas
stood on the ledge
timid
and jumped
no air in my lungs as I plunged downwards
punished by gravity for daring
I tried again
wrenched swords from green and white fabric
that served only to pierce my belly
spilling the honey from inside
I dug my nails into the glass
climbed upwards
renewal that I demanded
never offered
I stared out across the great desert of sky
and breathed
and prayed
and breathed
I pasted scared texts of olives and figs
together with sermons
of self-help and love languages
stapled into my shoulders
iron curled around the marrow of my bones
and still i fell down
flapping my arms
useless as the promises of salted earth
tatters of words
like snow
tumbling long after my plummet
my body a battleground
I wind just by making it back to the top
I kept lists of my missteps
learned the physics of my falls
and with math and metal
hammers and heat
I forged a carriage
it took me over the cliff
and held me aloft
and when the sun set
my tired machine set me
gentler than before
on the earth
where equilibrium commands
it took me years to climb back up
but when I did
i knew the next time I jumped
it would just be me
so I patterned my flesh
and traced it with a scalpel
peeled it back
stretchd it out
made my history into vellum
I stitched skin together with shaking hands
into wings
and instead of jumping
this time
fluttering and furious
screaming peace at creation
my feet left the ground
the world is striking from here
SEEDS
You can bury
A corpse in a ditch
Or you can bury a seed
Beware of those
Who say, their treatment
Is what made you tough
Some insist
That poisoned soil
Grows nothing but salt
After downpours
Green springs up
Chasing the sun and moon
Dandelions
Do not ask to be plucked
But their seeds float anyway
Considered weeds
To adult minds, but
Handled with love by children
Feathers disperse
Carried by breaths of wind
To grow in brighter fields
A final dance
To those we lost
And those who regrew
