I dream a night sky thick with stars
all the stars start falling
I think “That isn’t good.”
sore afraid
all the stars are angels falling
I think “That isn’t good.”
sore afraid
an angel falls close past me
in space
face at perfect peace
I think “Why do they fall?”
sore afraid
I am falling in space
head down
no earth beneath me
with the angels
crying, imperfect acceptance
sore afraid
I wake
I put the dream away
it comes back
in a decade
I write about wings
sore afraid
I try to understand
sore afraid
I am asked what my small self
my child self
wants
wings
I say yes
no longer
sore afraid
did you hear the bell?
yes