Flight

I sent you a message
tucked
into the wing of a bird
Maybe it will take years to reach you
Do we have that many moons?

“There is so much time, so much space”
You used to say.
I believed you then
Rilke said “Every angel is terrifying”
I believe him also

There is beauty in terror
Like a raging red fire
Across a mountain
Or the one in your body
That signals desire
for someone you know
will leave your heart
In a heap
Like the flickering light
I keep lit
Around your head
Waiting for that bird
To reach you