Flight (Poem)

I open the door and step out.

I walk among fantastical beasts of rainbow hues

That dance in flight and shimmer with the sun.

I reach up to seize a passing cloud and ascend into the sky-held throng.

My many wings unfurl with grace and soar me into the air.

I am not bound by all you thought you knew of me

Or even by what I considered of myself.

I am magical indeed with chimerical form and abilities untold.

As are you and you and you; as are we all.

Blink your many arcane eyes and enter the revelry!