How simple to be a feathered thing
Poised effortlessly on a tender twig—
Head tilted to hear the invisible wind
Sensing you your next direction.
How heavy to be a consumer-ed thing
Weighted down with many possessions
Each single one rasping out your name
Hammered syllables encircling ankles.
I believe that once we all had wings
Our shoulder blades there to support them
But one by one we plucked them out
Once evil introduced us to Envy.
I don’t know about all that anymore
I feel lighter each day that passes.
Last night a golden full moon smiled
As I walked along swirling waters.
And I knew then what every bird knows—
That both food and flight are found at the
And We have within us every instinct we need
To find our new directions
Lightness of being with half lifted wings
The only possession
Laurie Beth ~