the first time i stepped
out of my window, onto the roof
i started with just one foot,
to see if it could hold my weight.
i found that the slats were solid,
and did not ripple under me
so i walked out into the sky.
humid air ran through the window
over my head and moved my curtains:
a spirit making herself known
which had been quiet in my heart
for too long. we flew away.