To Fawzia, from the Bird of Paradise
Do you remember how you
chased me
in between
the trees
my feathers breathlessly
fluttering
like your heart?
My plumage, angel’s wings
unfolded
skywards.
The sun glanced through
thick foliage.
There were echoes inside us
each the other
admiring.
I wished to be your
bright smile
your feet firmly planted
knowing the earth.
You wished to be me.
My wings’ taut sinews.
My penetrating song.
My endless capacity
for flight.
Joanna Radwańska-Williams
February 27th, 2012
