the window

this cracked earth around me
seems wrong somehow
when I know I was made for
sky.  blue. 

freedom.

who told me I couldn't fly?
that lie
that turned to mud around my
feet.  dripped dirt on my wings

whispers every day this is all
there is and ever will be
endless ground
and making it over one more dune

trudging through tar and around
sand more quick than smooth

cries of joy, I hear faintly
from another world it feels
like.  look up!

but I have this hill to walk over
and my wings are dusty

come up!

you are made for this

this was made for you

you have wings.

I have wings.

I have wings!  dirt is not my home.
Earth is just a placeholder so the sky
can be. 

blue. freedom.