Rising above form (poem)

 

Rising 

above form

Beyond the brackets,
that hold us in place
 

 

                                              like a bra
                                           cinched too tight
                                             around the ribs,

I want to burst out of form
right now, hold my arms out
east and west

and point my beak to north...
 

 

 

 

Feel wings sprout,
so feathery light, but strong...
 

 

 

then feel them carry me

slowly toward the unknown sky,
above the lingering clouds
from yesterday,

and beyond this foggy night

into morn.

  Kay...at Bellmoor Inn; heading home from Rehoboth Beach, DE...2.24.12