An invisible pull yanked me into a world
|Two-leg Liz & friend|
Riviere Brock Nord, Quebec, 1995
of alien birdcalls, whitecaps, treetops
The wide blue wind left me gasping
on the other side of the mirror
following a hope
so bright it hurt,
that wild swoop upward.
So be it!
I could not have imagined
but now, let it happen—
teach me to breathe air.
In that moment of surrender
I was dropped through the looking-glass
so close by
left to swim the old currents,
my heart too full of sky.