He passes her the world’s largest moth:
the Attacus Atlas, continents spanned
in its wings.
                      Their mappings laid bare.
The wonder of paper shapes in his grasp.
That first origami! All the folded
light since. Dexterous hands revealed
humming birds, lilies, snakes’ heads…

So many years from this here now.
He spins his globe, pinpoints origins,
then unstrings
                      her spine again, twists loose
bones, plies skin to feathers, strips
flitting thoughts. His fingers coax her
past the white of duckling to swan.
Beyond the patterns of flight.

Sarah James (from Be[yond], Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2013)