If I carry on
in that wild way,
a stone skipping over the pond
will you tell me
the folly of my travails
and support my untrained neck,
hold me to the mirror
ask of me a better person?
And when I turn to go,
will you touch my arm
that I may pause
to catch your eye?
On stifled breath,
let us, this moment,
fall deep within
a shared and sacred space
binding us.
There are no words
of need
to be expressed
when we are confident
the world turns
in perfect timing
to the harmony
of our full and beating wings.