a found feather

Above the sand

wind and gull cackles blend

sea spray rainbows, prisms in sunbeam glints

I squint into horizon, where sky blue melts

cloudy bands at the edge of the world.

In a taste of salt, memory of sand upon skin

mind lifts my spirit to hover, cupped wings

tilted to catch the solid seams of moving air-

a weightless metapoise: man into bird, wishes

dissolve bird into wind song.

Upon a current stream, a flow of deep desires

carried to a place near your lips,

to make a soft moist rush of air

touch your smile, just while

a feather falls near your feet

to catch your eye, and find … a memory.

rise...

 Even when I might become weary
yield to difficulty  a too steep climb
there is no rest, no pause to consider,
the place behind me...disappears.

Even when I might wish for yesterday
a time without challenge, conquered ground
there is none, only a next step- nothing granted-
in hourglass life every grain of sand
falls into contest, into a great divide
between what might be and what becomes.

Within a heart in search, a vision was found
on the face of a slow flowing stream, the Moon
made a flame upon water...and I keep it
as the glow of a distant face of love;
as I rise.