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Faith in Flying

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These unusual days, people driving or walking or talking are grating
my nerves: tiny brittle petals of me, littered. Pink. At home, I crochet
these bits into a shapeless sweater. But it’s not smooth. It’s seedy.
Nothing lays flat. I put on my wings, instead, hedged
by the cliffs around me. Flying is a trick
we can all learn. Take a deep breath, let go
enough so the tips of your toes dance on air.
Fly past me. Fly past you. We can all fly, Fran says,
when we don’t think about what we are doing. Do you
believe her? Does it matter? It’s the soaring that counts, the way
what we cling to flutters behind us creating kaleidoscope messages.



Wendy BooydeGraaff’s poems have been included in Cutleaf, Barzakh, About Place Journal, Dunes Review, and anthologized in Under Her Eye (Blackspot Books), Midwest Futures: Poems & Micro-Stories from Tomorrow’s Heartland (forthcoming from Middle West Press, March 2025), and Not Very Quiet (Recent Works Press). Born and raised in Ontario, Canada, she now lives in Michigan, United States.