Flight

There was a time where I could land

on my feet

from a garden where tomato stems 

smelled like family

over a stone wall a millimeter away 

from stamping peonies

into a yard where a clothesline made 

clean sheets daydream.

There was a time where I became 

every season

consecutively, embracing the years 

I couldn't yet reach

before months turned to seconds

before uncertainty knighted me

on my knees, under a shifting sword

I became an in-between.