Solo Flight

In this valley of earth the wind comes with the same gift the same solitary wind that carries faith without speaking with the same sightless purity that sees everything as it is that causes the same quiver of branches that have pulled their skins out of soil and rocks The wind’s long horn blows into this valley’s earthen jug and applies its wisdom as thin as this silver hair that holds the heat to my bones this wisdom that assembles and stirs above me watching and me standing below in this valley as cold as heaven where there has always been and even now a river’s unsaid oath where birds drop feathers where birds balance the wind even in sleep even when nothing moves even when knowing that each feather dropped can fly alone each one gifted with the wind’s wisdom _____________________________ from my fourth book 'The Translator' (Transcendent Zero Press, 2015) "Solo Flight" was first published in 'Jellyfish Whispers' Amazon books search: "the translator/dah"