wings (dreams allow us to practice all we fear)

Pull myself into the sky
Wrap me in the banner I made
“Forever After Days,” The National

And every time you go to sleep
Are those dreams inside your head?
“Lucky You,” The National

when i woke up or came to
(i don’t know which)
i had sprouted wings
it seemed perfectly natural
and i thought finally
although no one noticed
or at least said anything

the night had been interrupted
by thunder and rain against the window
and dreaming of you who was not you
she was fickle and a fraud so i walked away
the dream was fickle and a fraud
but dreams allow us to practice all we fear
like dying and flying and falling in love

—P.L. Thomas