Wings

If I sit very still and think very hard, she might come.

Her warm hands gently caress my hair; she wraps her arms around me from behind and I feel her breath in my ear as she whispers words I can’t keep.

“Follow me.” she beckons.

“What if I get lost?” I worry.

“I’ll be with you.”

In a place where puffy clouds live, where the thickness of the blue sky keeps me aloft over the tops of the trees below; she gives me wings and I push upward. There are no places to get lost here, only currents of fresh air that carry me high above the worries left on the ground. While floating aimlessly, a freedom comes that I have never known. I am who I want to be.

“You have always been who you want to be” She tells me, as we soar through the sky together.

“Sometimes, I forgot…when I was young,” I answer. She smiled at me and I smiled back; a warm, sunshiny smile, the kind you feel all the way through yourself.

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Startled by the sound of a nearby squawk I blink my eyes open to the strength of the sun and the little girl floats away drifting through the garden.

I pick up the knitting that dropped from my hands when I closed my eyes and let the sun wrap its arms around my back…