My tail of colored feathers hangs matted closed behind me It weighs me down In this wet darkness I can neither dance nor fly This darkness weighs me down No one here to see my splendor My only company the relentless rain Together we fall from the sky toward the darkening wood The leafy trees below reach out to catch me but cannot Between their outstretched limbs I travel like a stone The swallows sitting safely in their nests sleep the sleep of the oblivious innocent of cellular divisions silent metastasis Their oblivion weighs me down Only the insomniac owl watches ever alert for the kill My famous feathery tail-eyes are folded inward blind to possibility I am falling falling away— escaping at last this monsoon sickness sing me a raga spin me a garland oh earth but do not yet welcome me Show me the sun. Copyright © 2016 Peg Boyers. Used with permission of the author. |
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