soft scalpel fingers

without cutting

they open doors beside my spine


the purr wraps around me

my muscles sing the blues

- my bones hit keys higher than the sun

and just as warm.

This is true deja vu -

I've been here in the before,

in the softer space

between leap and fall

- I could not stall

the rough landing.

The sculptress pulls

gravity off my back

pulls a feather

from each ache and crack

and I am returned

to the grace

of flying

Copyright 2005 Lorraine Sachiko