empty

how very light she felt

when she put down her idol,

her man pot of tea,

she dreamt all her life,

she needed

to partake of

to be filled

to be healthy

to keep her running

oh how heavy all that water is

to carry upon her head

each step of her life

and the copper kettle, too,

ties wings to the ground

and tangles in branches

when space would be

itself

infinite

and fly everywhere at once

being never separate

nor bounded

in any way

yes, how very very wide

she felt her wings to go now

reaching out forever

beyond

her ancient horizon

earth

gravity

decay

and binding this attachment

something

on top of 

the whole

can you really run faster,

leap farther and easier,

glide more effortlessly 

while you tie yourself

to another body?

is it really your wish to carry a corpse,

drag another, 

through your crap?

yes, how very very light

it feels

to let my brother walk freely

on his own two feet

and eye

see him now

waving happily back to me

One Heart

soars