How little they know,
of her flights beyond reason–
Her world, winged, widens.





We are here, but briefly,
shadows of candle-light
dancing between dust and choir,
day and night,
so consider today
a good day
to begin, or to continue
unwrapping yourself,
and giving you to you as a gift,
your soul rightfully tagged
as both receiver and sender,
in what constitutes
a wild embracing and radical fusion
of the old and the new, in that place
where wonder meets faith,
and the fragile birds of gospel
sing sweetly and achingly
of hearts broken open
to pour light,
to inherit the tenderest
of lost and lasting claims.


A dancer’s sad dream–
Flight, short-lived,
returning to earth, sharp teeth.


