Gravity

Stained glass wings of gold and green 

Break free of their shell, changed but uncertain

Rough edges, lead lined

Weighty promises etched with duty

Transformed into this shimmering form

The ugly beast that once was

Hides its form, dancing for the crowds

Sleight of hand and misdirection

A convincing display, 

acrobatic and serene, forgetting

For the moment

That the ground

Cares not for illusion.