A Poem a Day (471): Visions

Visions
 
Visions of perfected pages,
light curls paper edges.
 
This slow burn unfolding,
it snarls and ignites,
 
a stammer withheld,
flames in flight like birds,
 
feathers spread in a fan.
We lift on the backdraft,
 
our arms in suspension,
an umbrella of curves,
 
the cosmic overseer.
We are lifted up and out.
 
The drop is not so far,
this fire all enduring.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, September 9, 2021