leaving the nest

I grew in a small nest, under an open sky, fed with their stories of angels, magic, of miracles and music, their songs made my wings I flew to a new nest, a courtyard of walkers- with, who saw me and taught me to inhale, slowly, and exhale, slowly and sing my own song Generous, they heard questions filled with melody, bird-like. I teeter on the rim, looking down at the stump of our tree, her immaculate flower beds, the light through the trees on my teacup, and I know I must stretch out my thin wings, leap into the open sky unafraid, weightless.