I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbably beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
— Mary Oliver, from “Starlings In Winter,” Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays. (Beacon Press September 30, 2003)