If you expect
the open air
and find instead
your feet
fast in the dust
so that you slip
at great speeds
down a hard sky,
then love it.
Rebalance
on your three
left feet. Extend
your right three
tenderly, tapping
one black tip
at a time.
And the glass
is good, as is
your belief
in the unseen
edge, over which
you’ll stumble—
unspanning
on the force
of your own wings
(glass-free)
and the grace
of the sweet air
that was always there.