Spinning Wings

Spinning Wings

I spun at lightning speed

So quick

But so soft as the thrum of a hummingbird’s wings

In the summer sunlight, such glaring gold it shone as silver, as the sun and the moon confused us

In those days –

As we parted ways with the lives we’d lived before we came

Before we shrugged off the identities we’d worn like braids for a lifetime

Abandoning what was familiar in pursuit of calm,

And something like a newborn,

A cry in the fresh morning air,

A miraculous testament to potential

And the recycling of everything we’d ever known.