Dancing off the hillsides Inviting me outside
Where clouds play,
Above the canopy I normally embrace
To avoid the rain.
A Great Blue Heron Lumbers along
Towards the sun,
Oblivious to limits We take for granted
On our grounds.
I lace up shoes Stretching a bit
And run uphill,
Where my heart soars Recalling the moment
I took to flight.
This article appears in The Foilies 2019.