I flitter and flutter from
flower to flower taking in the sweet
nectar. All things turn sour. I’m a colorful
parade of black and marmalade. But you

won’t see me land or catch me
in closed hands. I’m a breeze dancing
through the trees. I like the sun. Too many
rainy days. My wings stick together

in humid weather. I landed once
in a pool of shade, I drowned
in. And like a mother bird laying on
her nest of eggs after they hatch

they only fly off into the sunset,
over the horizon into velvet days. You
won’t see me weeping. I broke out of
my cocoon.  The only thing I'm wrapped up

in is my dreams. I live between the spaces
of now and lighted places. If my wings
grow bare, I won’t stop flying –
that's how I’ll get there.