by Dorothea Barth ©2016
The phoenix rose, the lark ascended
She hovers low, barely suspended
Not of the earth, not of the sky
No fish or mermaid gliding by
She reaches for another realm
To link with starfish, lark, or elm
With borrowed wing or root or fin
An end to hapless hovering
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.