catch a feather
predict the weather
at least that's what my mama said
so I put to bed my doubts
and I told the birds my troubles instead

I stand there
teeth rattling, head chattering
watching the world slide not so gently
from a place I didn't know to a clear ----
hi.
how are you.
doin fine.
the sky's awfully blue

feathers floating in the breeze
softly touch across my face
tendrils extending gently
leaving paths I can't erase

I ask them please
just leave me be
or only stay a time

but then they rest
upon my chest
I feel their weight inside