This wing-ed thing,
a thought here and gone,
alights today from yesterday’s perch.
It peeks out, so close to capture,
newly hatched, fallible,
floating safe from fear.
This wing-ed thing alights right now,
Be still and listen
it will come to you, this touchstone from the past;
No dread, no hurt, no fear, no loss,
you have survived.
Jean Cassidy July 2000