The first time she flew through a window
she thought of the chair
through the drywall
amidst
a short
FREEfall

The first time she flew threw a window
she landed  in a burning bush
after
being given a
Push

The first time she flew through a window
She decided she better learn to fly
so she gathered her strength
and waited
until it was time

she never practiced
fearing the sting of her scraped skin
so she snuck around
quietly
and helped hatch the kin

when she was alone
and it was time
She rushed to the window
and opened the blinds

the window was not a window any longer
the old screen laid on a new floor
labored, she thought
"Where is the opening?!"
as her eyes traced the familiar place
she was comforted
and she flew out the newly born door