Droem* 432-- Sprouting wings

the whispered phrases of speech faded into
a smokey gray morning sky

they were heard by the first bird-- at five am

soon she realized  how little she needed.............to take up such a small space on the globe

she-shape shifter, sprouted wings

shape shifted, skittered- scattered, scratched
in a low berried thicket

momentum built
to lift off-- without
those hesitation blues

to fly from the frozen
tundra, and raise the bar
of any expectations
left on hold

by the water falls, and through-- cold orange clay mountains bending to her whim--
like mouths open
at a candy shop

the falling-- the most natural excusable response--
when fly too high
in the pi sky forces
a homesickness
for a blue green earth

its acceptance, paramount
to dreams' continuance

its music, sung in low tones--
that would once tear
her heart out

now, the ancestral
songs of her grandmother

setting the tone for further flight deep into the night--
visages of peach and mocha cliff dwellings with wrap around
hair pin turns--

she never had
to go about it alone---

one cat, one bird--her guides
for this dream....
where she had
at any moment... a choice

to live in the mountains,
or by the seashore...
to live alone, or with another

as she nosed her way
back to the sea---
by herself alone, she knew

because she flew

she never had to go
through heaven,
or hell alone

not in this lifetime,
no, never far from her pure
land, home

spanking fresh
paint drying
in a bright December sun

words/photo-kate lamberg (c) '18

* droem-
a poem based on the feelings and images from a dream.