Building a Bird
As I walk
outside, I glance at
the ground,
collecting feathers
like small
hopes between my
fingers. I like
to think the hope
is for you and me, though
the collecting
started before
we met. Yet now
some significance
has attached
itself to this gathering
of down and
particles that hold
the possibility
of flight:
flight being
something you partook of
two months ago
from our partnership
and still I
search through the air
for these signs
of your return,
these particles
of your remembrance,
this memory of
a brightness sewn between us
I swore was
truly there.
Now, when I
reach out for you,
what do I wish
to accomplish?
What future
awaits the two of us,
when only one
hand is outheld?
So I wait, and
walk, and search,
feather by
feather, hoping to build
this winged
bridge for you to step
over someday.
Or perhaps this pile
shall come
together and form a bird
that flies to
you and unites us,
leads you back
to me. Or rather
I shall don
this plumage myself
and fly free
into the hope of tomorrow,
not worrying
what it might bring.
by Julie S.
Paschold
aka Tansy Julie
the Soaring Eagle
2.13.26
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