With these wings I’ll remember
how the cosmos:
the sun
the moon
and the stars held me
caressed my cheek
plump like the moon in her full glory

They hold me close
because centuries of wounds have barely healed

I have tasted the smallest sips of freedom from the eternal rivers
I have hope

I’ll see the day of liberation
maybe not through my eyes
but through the eyes of those who will come after

Hope