I’ve dwelled too often in darkness
but here my daughter and the girls in ballet-
costume pretend to fly in loops
around the red recital floor, believing
their outstretched arms make wings,
and with faces ready for takeoff,
they uplift in possibility. I think of how
Andrew tells me to keep wild reality
separate from the wild terror,
how life is relentless but we endure,
how geese, when one is ill or tired or dying,
two more will break away from their V
to keep the other safe till it is well
or, at last, gone. Then they’ll rejoin
another group, flapping through
the only stretch of sky they see.