Tuesday, December 15, 2009

tethered

it doesn't cross my mind to doubt that i when i take this step i will leave the ground. and few more steps i will fly. over the city, the houses i have lived in and loved. i feel light and not at all cold like i thought i would be. there is nothing below to hold me.

and above --

and above --

i will myself to keep going. i will not be grounded. i will ascend. i climb the air.

my hair is undone. my dress, my ribbons, my hair -- i am lifted. i am tethered to the sky.