Collecting tiny Greenfinch
Feathers, with gentle care
For the ceremony
Smoothing them
In my fingers, binding
Ends in silver thread
Choosing little glowing stones;
Icy, speckled light
Paints tiny hand-held caves
Fastening a dim,
Blushing piece of rock
To my feathers
Smells like glow-in-the-dark toys
When I was nine
Looks like it could be a dolls torch
For footsteps in the dark
I am between mountains
Floating at dusk
But only just above the ground
Something hangs in the air
Telling me something I can't pin
An echo of an echo
Suggestion of a
Distortion pedal note
Vibrating the night a little on his way out
A wisp of the heat of the day
Indigo breath
And
Gone
The time is now it seems
Flames flicker in the trees
It's only then I realise
I've left them all behind
