Sister

my heart is a talisman

formed from feathers of fear

that you are a wandering icarus

seeking things that should be loved from a distance

but I swear the sky is yours

every soft cloud is a loom of caution

something to let you know

that this high is just high enough

sister,

if you press your ear to my chest

bells of laughter will follow

a wind chime to dangle on your front porch

for the days you miss our childhood

you can look out the window and time travel.