as if it is the whole fallen world sliding
from her shoulders of grace
as if she has known this world
as broken and holy and shown us so
as if she has been coated
in golden promises but refuses
to let them keep her from praising
to the rafters with her joyful arms
as if she decided to sprout wings
from the gilt cap-sleeves of her gown
as if she decided to sprout wings
from the rich glory of her vibrato
as if she’s showing the ghost of James Brown
how it’s done — a simple drop, no melodrama
as if it really does make her feel
like a natural woman
as if that’s her president up there
in the balcony catching some spirit
as if the whole world is sliding
from her shoulders
puny you and me clinging to the soft scruff of it,
as we slide down together
dissolving into a pool of gold at her feet
where we belong
Liz Ahl 
I love this poem so much. Thank you.