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  Wings of Light
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Follow the Birdsong
Somewhere a bird stumbles
out of its
fragile night,
wet with promise,
stunned by life
and one day it will
sing the daydream-colored
song it learned in heaven,
something about
unquestioning love
and creation:
so much glitter,
diamond waves,
weightless on the
tips of reborn oaks
as if green needed
more melodies,
and I chase the starry flutes,
rise and fall with
miraculous wings
and step out of
ideas such as limits
and moments with
a beginning and end.
So easy.
One thin shell between fear
and understanding.
An infinity right now and for
now, nothing hidden.
With that hawk rewriting
a simple sky and a crowd
of music all over
free-flowing blue,
I stumble out of my fragile night
and remember a song
of creation.
Patricia Joan Jones
First published in Chitro Magazine Issue 1: Birth
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