My mother holding me, looking down at me,
sometimes, smiling, she would weep.
Now, I know why. Love is strong, so strong
that it can break the cage, and for one holy moment
she disappeared from everything.
All that we do comes from that, that
taste of flying. The possibility
of being free is what moves
the body, and each cell of the body.
I wasn’t able to live on earth, so I went out
alone, into the sky. I write of that journey
of becoming as free as
Don’t forget love. It will bring
all of the madness that you need
to unroll the whole of yourself
across the sky.