I WRITE OF THAT JOURNEY
I remember how my mother would hold me.
I would look up at her sometimes and see her weep.
I understand now what was happening.
Love so strong a force
it broke the
and she disappeared from everything
for a blessed
All actions have evolved
From the taste of flight;
the hope of freedom
moves our cells
Unable to live on the earth, Mira ventured out alone in the sky –
I write of that journey
of becoming as
Don’t forget love;
it will bring all the madness you need
to unfurl yourself across