BLUEBIRD

There is a woman
whose hair holds the sunrise
and whose garment
remembers the sky.

A bluebird follows her,
not because she is its master,
but because her heart
moves with the same freedom.

When she walks among other women,
their laughter becomes wind,
their steps become prayer,
and the earth feels lighter
beneath them.

Sisters:
when one of us learns to fly,
the whole village
grows wings.