Poetry: "Rescue"

The frenzied raindrop tapping
of vertical flight repeated,
when you had chance to escape
through open doors
and open mouths—

a somersaulting descent,
uncontrolled and free
falling in a cloud of your own
bronze dust, like some shattering
statue careening down a cliff;
the impact on polyester rouses
senses stunned, and you thrash
at binding threads—

my eyes are drooping,
flickering with the onset of dream
an untensed muscle kicks,
concluding the drum roll of
light fixture impacts with
a reverberating cymbal of
steel toes on drywall—

my mouth open in sleep, incisors
your perfect perch to
flap your faerie-dusted wings
until I gently close you in and
mumble to myself, “Wait there,
little one,
I’ll save you
when I wake.”