The Thistledown Cloak Poem by Anthony Dalby

I saw it still and silent in a case
poised
for take off
by the disabled toilet.

a coat, a cloak
no ordinary garment.
transparent gossamer
woven from thistle down

They had to put it in the case, they said
because you never know what could happen
Someone might wear it
grow wings
rise into the air
over the rooftops

They might
swim in raindrops
become infinite
transform the world

We can't have that

I will go there tonight
and wear it...

Are you coming?