Katrina Kaye

I am no longer
a hatchling in need
of the soft
wing of your embrace.

I grew under
gaze and care
and now

stand on feet,
balanced,
strong.

This sky is vast,
it will dance for me.

You don’t need to
cradle me in the basket
of your arms.

I am bird
with wings expanded,
breath in lungs.

Let me fly.

“Fly” is previously published in To Anyone Who has Ever Loved a Writer (2014).