you dream in
languages that
you don't know.
you read books
not yet written,
sing opera
on a stage.
you are in flight,
across the sky,
your arms open
wide. you swim
deep below
the ocean, holding
your breath.
you are above
the moon
circling
without a ship.
your dreams cut
you loose from
the tethers
of your parents.
of school
and elders, who
often said no.
Friday, November 30, 2012
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