Flight by Nancy Schatz Alton

I covet

your glorious locks

so much

that you give them

to me for seconds.

 

You throw

your luscious brown locks

of hair over my head.

We look in the mirror

at your mop over my crown

and laugh, say

I look good

with your strands

teasing my face.

 

I watch your hair

cascade down your back

as you stride

out the front door.

 

Your hair acts like feathers

makes wings that carry you

—full sail—

from nest to world.

 

You stride out the front door

I watch your hair

cascade down your back

as you take flight.

 

I catch your swell.

 

Your leaving gives me wings

I’d rather not wear.

 

I catch your flight’s swell

grow wings

ride a blind path

into the dark morning of today.