maverick wings (wished for)
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follow the trail of wind. grasp its fire light. feel the wind tremble in your hand,
slide through your fingers,
melt skin as vapor.
breeze sheers across goose flesh and stalks
your upright arm hair.
soar with it, if you can. if you dare.
let it take you to your imagination.
lift you to limbs of tears, cry with it.
plunge you to seas of laughter, smile.
follow the change in the wind as it
gallops with your lungs swollen and soft.
let it take you, care for and guide you.
believe if birds can fly // why not
spread your arms, open your chest.
smell what you think, breathe in treasures
that aren’t yours, breathe out secrets
you hold tight under tongue.
watch the wind, its sensation – how
it knows which way and when to blow,
it is power and whimsy – glide, cyclonic, gentle, messianic.
it’s a god – norse or greek or haida – alive,
in ravens and sea eagles, in hair swept on forehead.
can we //
if birds are grace among clouds
breezes and hurricanes, languages
we forfeit – or steal – syllables of wind
feel its intuition, its generation – up and
under the soaring birds, sweeping ravens
touch the farthest edge of the sky
the closest border of heaven,
beyond our grounded celestial visions,
hopes and wonderings.
the wind, a voyage of discovery.
fueled sails and the dreams of
long ago and now sailors,
who know nothing of the clockworks
of the wind – still underestimate
its moods, shifting tempers and desires.
i can // how do i differ from birds
ravens black – so black
they radiate white.
play with the wind like a child and kite,
talons drop songs on tin roofs,
lull us to sleep. ravens and wind
conspire – dream under these hollow-boned
pirates and swashbucklers, birds that
capture the wind when the
wind is thinking captor not captive.
some wings invisible white
mountain chimneys, they are born to know
the wind’s subtleties,
innate to its monuments,
encompassed by its reverie / rivalry /
ravens call // how do i respond
the white raven calls to a rare spirit
hovers above clouds then in and lost.
levers the air without effort,
the rosetta twists, spirals and spins.
leaves hint, clues, and temptations
leaves you to create.
how we want to graft their feathers
to our skin, spread fluorescent white wings.
feel wind ruffling as our toes
dance light on the soil,
our bodies leave gravity below.
follow our instincts to reach up
share the space and spans of
time, spans of distance.
wing tip to tip of finger.
let’s sing // maverick refrains again