Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. – Carl Sandburg
An aqueous feather drops from my wings
Followed by another and another, until
Humbled, with bare shoulders hunched
I stand, unadorned, before the Universe
Motionless at the threshold,
Betwitxt and between boundaries of water and sky
Supplicating in solitude
Awaiting redemption
Within the gyres of uncertainty
Astride the fundamental boundary
I am fully aware that there is Now
Only Now and not Then or When or How
Fresh wings sprout fully formed
The updraft lifts my weightless soul
Renewed, I soar through the portal
With spirit infinitely reflected across eternity
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