so this is what it feels like. to be here on this porch, watching the moon rise and a cobalt dress sway around the grasses. it’s new, and i’m welcoming it, not questioning it- also new. is this who she’s been all along. just a bird with clipped wings, only to realize they’ve re-grown, stronger. give it time. it’s the steam from my teacup, and the talk of distant birds. im weepy. this is what it looks like. to be grown. to know whose shoes i am walking in. im peering in through a peephole in the fence, and this time it feels large enough to see it through.