FLIGHT
awake early again
after a contemplative night
weariness and perseverance
under the dark, dark sky
finally turning gray for dawn
two flee old behaviors, habits,
worn boots beginning to fail
on the long, long road
wrapped together in a blanket,
they face mountains far to the west
where gods whisper the sky
full of laughing white clouds
that strut in a new breeze
(on the eastern horizon,
a thin, fiery line of deep orange
begins to light the desert)
his hands knead
her taut shoulders,
feel the tension in her neck,
slowly massage all the way down
to the small of her back,
feeling for, hoping for, wings
so she can fly away home