How cold the face that bears this crown
how heavy the gold
tethered and hooded like a hawk.
where is the wildflower girl who ran with the clouds
in days so free they skipped like flat rocks over water.
now confined in velveted prison walls for the care and leading of a people she
has never met
and the responsibility tightens like a noose.
while a far off glimpse of wings among the trees sets her soul to thrumming
with a longing so deep the bottom can’t be seen….