My collarbones looked like wings today,
In the mirror, I could beat them.
If I flexed my shoulders in their smooth round sockets,
They rose and fell.
I could beat them.
I saw my ancestors in my bones today,
In the mirror, I could touch them.
I think I know why humans wish they could fly,
It's in our hollow bones.
I could touch them.
I looked at pictures of clouds and they felt like home,
The colors and the shapes, thought I knew them.
I'm made of those alabaster blushing hues,
And the sounds of high winds.
Yes, I knew them.
