The Artwork: Wanting to Fly
The Poem: Reaching for the Sky
I’ve collected
16 feathers
since the start
of the year.
Cleaning each one,
terrified of disease
but wanting to fly
all the same.
I stuff them
into my pockets,
so even as I make
oatmeal every morning,
and reduce the space
between payments
every week,
I can still feel
the sky yawning
towards dusk
& my feet
towards
weightlessness.