I fling myself into the sky

A poem about where I am

I fling myself into the sky,

ask the universe for a second miracle

and show up daily to claim it.

So many questions to answer

“In case of death…”

“What can you pay?”

“How much help are you seeking?”

I fling myself into the sky,

And the Universe speaks to me.

She calls me Mother,

stitched into the handkerchief

gifted me by a stranger.

“Mama, tell me about God…”

“Mama…