A feather’s last
flight
is lonely

Taken
from
blood and bone

It soon
may fly
alone

Through clouds
may it whisper
light and
silky

But too
may a feather
drop

To dirt
and dirt only

Nature’s breath
never have
reached,
purred along
its ridges

Though,
if hope
come along
and sweep

Even the
most solemn
of Earth’s
trenches

Take with it
this dear friend
whose never
sung among
the winds

And let its
edges
split but
never shatter

Now,
Let it course;

Sweet mountain
hides
it
scrapes

Gentle leaves
it
wavers

Colored stems
it
bends

Such that
plump seeds
let fall

For
feather
is carried
by a
mother’s
strong hand.

Alas,

Soon
so feather
finds again
its wings

And tells
of the
dances
with
blossomed trees

Of moonlight
swims
through cities nights

Of droplets
freed from ice
by breeze

Then,
brass be unclasped
beak
toes
unleashed

Cage
sinks away
now clouds
to stay

Then feather
melts

Its journey’s
end

To become
dirt
again

As the rest of
her feathers,

Find

the wind.