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