of grief and blue . . .

of what purpose is sorrow

and

why are there spaces that feel so ripe with its weight & darkness

are we here merely to discover how to rise

tracing back to our bone the imprint of feathered things

how do we honor indigo stories without taking on the wound
gathering to soul-fast the shavings
molding our vision to see thru to other side

folding & unfolding
gather, release

to experience the quest
and
learn how to rise

on feathered things