Wings

by Prince's Reckoning

 

Hard to move from Heaven to earth:
The clouds beckon, and gravity mocks --
Muscle and hoof and hide in place of the hollow bone and the feather.

But this is the place he can slip away from Time
And recall what the wind taught him --
Where he can taste, for that brief, singing moment,
What he learned from the sky.

He rises to the painted rails
Steps into the air
And unfurls remembered wings.