Since I grew wings
no longer poor am I.
The ground no longer interests me
as much as drafting the sky.
Catching a current,
I stretch my reach and soar.
Unbound, untethered, there is no thing
except the yes of an opened door.
To say it tickles me is only a hint.
To understand the bigger look
I had to let go, forgive and admit.
There is just here, this floating
past all tumultuous storm,
to then rest in the calm of clouds,
swaddle between being newly born.
When in body before, there was
a heaviness that weighed me down,
but oh, now the lightness carries me
carries me on the feathered flight
beyond all measure
beyond all perceptual sight.
mj
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