my footfalls translate to mileage in the
way that feathers can be lost to a given
amount of wing beats—
each iteration of propulsion will shed
bits of material,
and these are mixed into the sands that are
splashed across beaches, bleached and
eventually broken down into elemental shapes
one of those grains flew and landed on a
boardwalk and then another one
kicked it aside many years ago
by some distant shoreline,
they now lie together in my path—
why i know this is anyone's guess,
but surely the math is in my favor
needless to say, even if my remains withstand
the sands of time there wont be anyone
left to recognize me,
yet i am certain a piece of me will always
be a few steps ahead somewhere,
either washed there from a recent gale,
or maybe blown from the nostrils
of a passing sea gull...
"shoes and feathers"
© 2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 8:40 PM UTC
my footfalls translate to mileage in the
way that feathers can be lost to a given
amount of wing beats—
each iteration of propulsion will shed
bits of material,
and these are mixed into the sands that are
splashed across beaches, bleached and
eventually broken down into elemental shapes
one of those grains flew and landed on a
boardwalk and then another one
kicked it aside many years ago
by some distant shoreline,
they now lie together in my path—
why i know this is anyone's guess,
but surely the math is in my favor
needless to say, even if my remains withstand
the sands of time there wont be anyone
left to recognize me,
yet i am certain a piece of me will always
be a few steps ahead somewhere,
either washed there from a recent gale,
or maybe blown from the nostrils
of a passing sea gull...
"shoes and feathers"
© 2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved
