RECLAMATION

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,

elusive visitor.

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.

    Now live!

 

Jean Cassidy   July 2000

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