I am here alone and
it is twilight –
shadows creep up the walls
to meet me and
clouds pass above me
in the sky.

This, perhaps, is where
I was meant to be:
yesterday, today, tomorrow.
This, perhaps, is where
the end begins.

Now I’ve given it all away —
the things, the hopes, the dreams —
and I am light and untethered.
I am uncommitted and free.
I am, in fact, unspoken for.

Now I take my wings and
I affix them on my back and
I unfurl them and
the feathers surround me and
I arch those wings and
begin to beat in rhythm
until I feel the lift
and am alight —