Vibrantly colored slices of air
A flaming sunset
Framed and bound in black
Every child’s dream to be able to
Color so completely between the lines.
A body, hardly noticeable
An insect’s body
Buggy eyes, spindly legs
Head, thorax, abdomen
A visceral objection to
All things wondrous.
Would we view a roach differently
If it sported beautiful wings?
If it took to the air and made
Its home on trees, flowers and fence posts?
What of us?
As we display our wings to the world.
Do we hope to hide our
Protect our secrets beneath
Shows of splendor and magnificence?