tiny feathers

with candles lit

the music low

it’s all covered in snow.

momentarily it’s easier to breathe

with the walls expanding graciously

those tsunamis leading the assault on my bones

have calmed to swells

and Katrina’s sighs aren’t so earthshaking

just a little depressing

the seasons are changing

and i’m limbo’d between heat hazes and morning frosts

wearing heavy boots with a light head

an infant weightlessness

hopeful flutters coupled with moments of panic

slivers of faith that break off in splinters

leaving scars, memories, testimonials

and, sometimes,

i think i’m getting better

little wings erupting under my arms

resenting my eternally stone feet.