Hemlocked Heart

Why do I live with the fear that I could slip into the sky at any moment?
That I would dissolve into the wind, sunbeams and storm clouds?

When I reach down into the earth, feel the heartbeat strong and true,
Until I’m sent like a slingshot into the thinning stratosphere.

The breath in my lungs and the sound that hits my ears,
pull me into this eternal wide wild realm. 

Above clouds and into the ether to be fractured
and absorbed by heat and selfish greed.

To be ripped apart and reassembled,
razor sharp wings, hurricanes in my eyes,
unrecognizable and retrained.