Sunday, May 30, 2021

A Feather...

Sunday morning...

a few tears this a.m.
not all because of sadness
although certainly
a few are dedicated to
the sad

but also crying
because I can

it feels good
and seems 
supremely human

my companion
greets me in the 
kitchen 

she points to a
beautiful little
feather laying at my feet
on the floor

"did that come out of you?"

we both know it once
belonged to
little lonely dragon

but I play along

"yes, I sprouted it this morning.
isn't it amazing?"

we both marvel 
at the feather I created

she exclaims:
"yes, it is amazing."