[from a dream]

We all had to share something and I decide to sing a story

even though I hadn’t done any planning, even though I don’t sing

I go to the center of the circle, flap the blue sleeves of my fleece

 and start to skip and sway about, my voice faltering at first

I sing about a bird the color of the sky

 who knows she needs to learn how to fly

who works very hard and even becomes a captain of an airplane

 before she realizes she already has wings

she already has everything she needs

 I pick up speed and strong, clear melodies flow instinctively

everyone joins in, dancing, the kids, laughing, want to tell their own stories

 and when I wake up the notes

are still ringing.