Retchid Unique

What dangers
Does she dare
To dance with
Unwittingly, by
Choosing to
Chase visions
With permanence
A fraction that of
Lightning?

What blindness
Has she, to look that way,
With guiltless ease,
Past mounting debt
Into a rolling hill future
With not a penny
To her name
And gold carats
Against it?

What right has she
To heed the call
Of some strangest voice,
Whispering silent words
Upon still winds...
The breath of
Strongest
Madrones trees?

What gall! That she dare
Growl back at a mountain lion,
Dance in sacred circle
Fairy forests? Sitting, thinking
While others work
And offer
To pay
Her rent?

What life is this
But that of a dreamer?
What wonder that
Her people
Burned
In Salem; her
grandmama
Çhoked
In an Asylum?

Alas--she worries not
And waits for
Unicorns
To carry her, skirts flowing,
Along her shimmer cloud
Carpet way