Spring feels too long ago—
months of Winter, it might as well have been years.
I’m so tired of days filled with no sun, only clouds, endless clouds, and this knot in my stomach.
Come closer, dear March, show us that we are made to live for everything beyond what is here.
fly
away with me trapped
in its feathered embrace.
I am a snowflake.
A wisp of eiderdown,
liberated
from gravity. My body
is light. Ephemeral.
My head is light.
I want to sway
beneath
the weight of air,
dizzy with thought.
Light filters through
my closed eyelids.
The sun,
chasing shadows,
tells me I’m not
afloat in dreams.”
