Clothed with light
she drinks the wind
smelling the golden life
from the earth
Bouncing laugh
skipping joy
heart on sleeves of green
Tender bells
suitcase heart
the sound of breaking glass
Growth untold
glory unseen
but a playground as big as the sky.
She walks with the birds
She flys with the frogs
And the turtles somehow dance
in the soft humming light of her hem.
Torn.