Wings

Today
         I am awake.
I dreamt that you were somehow
torn
paper wings falsely stolen by seductive storms
a thousand smacking tree branches, and the wind was
wild
swerving vehicles and slick surfaces caused you to perceive
that perilous conditions had stolen your
flight
swelling seas and you forgot your ability
to tilt forward, look past the tumult and
soar.
Tonight
        I am awake.
I'm finished with dreaming of paper and
wings.
You can be as determined as you've ever dreamed
Face forward no words, no bullshit, nothing but open
air
You've always been able to expand
your spirit, skin, and bones and
explode
off through the trees and along the horizon
comfortable in flight and overwhelmed with
         ease.