Pieces

When you raise your hands

they’re filled with wind –

     I fly!

Lightning unchains your feet,

you beat thunder

from your chest –

     I dance!

There are no clouds

in your eyes

but they are not rainless –

     I bow.

Birds plant seeds

in your footprints,

watch them grow

into trees

that walk away

and back again.

They weave a sky

 of bark and green

and sun,

and in the puzzle of light

I see your face.

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(c) 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright

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