hope
she said is
the thing with feathers
perched and singing
without words..
words must surely
be deeply hidden
within that song..
can we locate
another perch..?
and ask the feather
what are your words
and your song..?
the words we find
it's shape does bind..
here are the
sharp connectors and barbs..
barbules and hooklets
all of these
to hold a feather form..
and what of a song..?
a central shaft with ending quill
guides nutrition and light..
sacred texts penned
and that majestic flight..
hope extends...
(with appreciation for
Emily Dickinson's
poem)