As a child I wondered what it'd be like to be an angel
Soaring through the heavens on white feathers, playing golden harps in tune with the whistling of the wind.

And so I stepped onto flightless wings and let their hands guide me to the skies.
I looked up,
Up to where the the clouds floated
Where the winds lifted my hair with mischief and whispered songs of freedom
Where the ground was but a memory miles away
Where my fingertips felt like they could touch the infinite blue

...

Now, as I fall, I think mournfully to myself
What a childish dream it was, to think I could ever leave the shackles of the ground

And yet...
And yet
I find myself 10 again
Waiting for the next brush of heaven

Hear You the screaming of my soul—
that bellow from below?

an
envelope
enveloped husband's love.

Other roots
Like phantoms
Born of saltwater

Other roots
Water and sky
Mirrors

Other roots
From wealth to nothingness
Where the forest is

Here take root
Leave the sea behind
Other roots