Wings

~ Harlan Didrickson 

I like a
hatchling discovering wings 
I know not 
what they do 
these strange things 
they do something 
that I’m certain 
but just what 
I know not 
like my lips 
for they sit
and have sat
on my face 
but until yours
they didn’t know 
and as the 
wind is to
wings so are
your lips mine