Always chasing feathers on the wind.

My heart aimlessly wandering alone.

Until one day the eagle dropped his finest feather.

I reached up and stole it from the breeze,

Put it in my hair and called it home.

I liked the way it adorned me.

I liked the way its energy brought me to myself.

I had never imagined eagle feathers,

Always sparrows and hawks and wrens...

But the strength of the eagle was my fortress

My equal, my love….

The feather heavy now,

rests against my cheek

droplets gather there… salty pain.

That feather…

A storm proof shelter

So much between each fragile line.

Free to drift if not for the gravity of love.