One day when I’m little more
than bones and breath,
may I remember this day
standing at the red edge
of sheer sandstone cliffs,
unmoving,
while the peregrine falcon
made spirals at the rim—
may I remember how,
with no effort of its own,
my heart became a fierce
and wide-winged thing,
carried by currents
invisible and uplifting,
how I circled into
impossible blue,
and for a moment
I was only soaring heart—
and that was everything.