Feeling Herself Here

a leaf a twig a teensy bit of feather She is Peter Pan floating toward Neverland a sliver of mica in a rough stone diamonds of a queen, dreaming of her king a day in nature, a plethora of hope a caw, a whistle, a peep, a robin magical land of faeries, elves and brownies dive bombing her imagination with joy She is overcome with completeness feeling herself more here than anywhere else