I begin

With new skin

Stretched sore

Stepping, barefoot

Onto rough ground

Unfound at the edges

Of my own life I am small, spore

Floating into space, disgraced

Disconnected, disenchanted, haunted

Flaunting regrets like medals

Longing to sing-song

Into a new way, new day

Rising, surprising, flying

Moonward,

Cape spread, a wing-thing

Opening around me

Dark flowered.