The Truth About Tigers

She floats free,
Like a whisper-thin page
Ripped from a blank diary,
Insouciant, adrift,
Embracing the whimsy of the wind,
Endlessly falling,
Up, down,
Side to side,
Across the peaks,
And out to sea,
Swept along,
A shipwrecked letter,
Never kissing the earth,
Nor fully committing to the sky.