wings

If shoulder blades are wings before budding,
where then are my tears before flooding?
I see them not in my eye,
but deep in my soul where they lie,
waiting
to rise,
to water my wings before budding
to prepare for the day of the cutting,
when my days on this earth are complete,
when I spread my newly grown wings,
when I travel again without feet,
...and fly.

ldn