I long to go

to other destinations

where everyone

can take off to the moon

and pocket a star.

Maybe I must stay

here with my heart;

but hope will always

have wings.

I am like a willow,

watch me bend with the wind.

From my highest boughs

I can still see the footprints

that lead to me;

each day I ask the sun to shine

before the rains come.

© Christine Magee