Become familiar with edges
where meadow meets
wood,
wood stone
Shorelines work.
Lake lapping pebbles, wave smoothing sand,
a skin-stretched canvas
for your passage.
Especially the place where cliff enters sky
swirling eagled realm.
Make comfort on a high ledge swept clear by your 2 hands.
Notice the breath-catch heart beat before
you peel away constricting clothes,
unblock knotting restraints of
who you thought you were.
See former self-ghosts drift like feathers groundwards
floating in
a fall of false certainties,
leaving you
light ready
Bare again, wrap yourself in
a blanket stitched by your grandmother.
Weave old threads new
as you perch.
Relax in this
unknown present place
before tomorrow.
Drink from its brink the possible sky
your birthright flight.
Then waken woven wings of
your creation in
rich ancestral hues.
Trust
You won’t know you can until you are
flying in the sky of
beautiful dreams
Free
