Venus Rising

Venus Rising
9" x 12" mixed media on canvas


For a time,
I existed within
the pause of
"what to be"
"who I am"

I take a breath
& leap into existence,
a thousand ballet
dancers on tip-toes
like swans,
conjuring a hundred
Gypsy women clasping
hand-bells and kicking
up their heels,
perceiving ten nuns
in a circle holding
hands as they chant
in prayer,
& the pair of wings
I'd forgotten
how to use

To my surprise,
my feet don't land
on the surface of Venus
or strike
the underbelly of Mars

 I'm dancing,
suspended in air,
like the fairy
I've always been.