Wings catching for the first time
Seeing the world through closed eyes
Immersed in a spacious sky
Knowing there will be good-bye
And falling anyway, unafraid to die.
A pressing moment Weighs on the poet To finish her sentence As she currently knows it Urgency quietly calls Through paper-made walls In a form that makes sense Of the daily rises and falls If left unfinished, it never will be For the way life unfolds so quickly.