When I spread my wings
I can feel the pull of freedom.
I spread them wide and trail my shadow
the way birds do.
Your hands are elegant thieves
your tongue a web of lies
that ease my mind and sink
your shine right through me.
What is real and make believe
in the this desperate nest of chaos
where we found us?
When the veil parts and light slivers in
I can see the slant of sky where you slipped in.
This is who I have always been
a shiver of reeds at the riverside
or the rushing cascade of a waterfall.
Gypsy crows rise in the soft dawn sky
gathering their kind they circle
back for me.