the sunlight wakes me
traces its fingers across my brow
I open my eyes
and the world is surreal.
Yesterday broke open,
and I emerged
feeling like a baby bird
who had only ever known this broken shell
wings still damp and untested
unsure and shaking with wonder and uncertainty
yet, a new wind blows
a gentle warm breath to lift me
and I tremble...dare to fly
-- For my Sir Poet, and my Sister, His Other Love
