Flight Plan
I have taken my liberation in bits and pieces
I have felt the ancient cage
loosen its hold
around my heart
in small, dry creaks
so as not to let the beaten leather skin
fall away too soon
to leave the tender flesh beneath
to the sun and the wind
not that the sudden shiver of freedom
would be so wrong
because I have seen the impossible
proven in the crazy-mad flight plans
of the woolly yellow and black bumblebees
before I tore my gaze away
I saw dominion on such flimsy wings
as they consecrated the blue oceans
of flowers.