In Celebration

If you see me walking
down the street tonight
you might not notice
that other girl
floating there up over
the telephone poles
above the bristling pines
the pointed rooftops reaching
but not quite touching
as she swirls with the wind's ballet
You might never know
looking at me with my groceries
smiling into the cold air
trudging up the hill
that I am just a shadow
of that other girl