Poems

Feather

How heavy it is

 
to lift a feather
 
Laid across two palms
 
not letting it drop
 
What a weighty task
 
For this feather, entrusted to you by a creature of flight
 
portends another kind of life
 
but don’t be fooled, in truth, any portent
 
only confirms what you know inside
 
 
There is a wobbly point on my spine
 
they are hitting me I sway
 
but obstinate I do not fall
 
life starts up again at the beginning
 
one step forward one step back
 
 
From overhead floats down a feather
 
not a bird in sight, it came on its own
 
to perch on me
 
Feathers, I know, are signs sent to me by angels
 
I cup them in my hands
 
like life