flight in sight

birds bestrew grey cloud cover
like blood dust in your eye
darting as you blink

take a moment
take a breath
what are you seeing
what can you see

there was nothing       for some time
there were shadows      stabs of light
space between       you
                             and what might be

   space
            for notes to gather
the building of something

behold the swallow
fighting a spring storm wind
his breast a mirrored flash
over hills of mustard seed
his wings like kites
  dipping
                    diving
           tugging

nodding

toward this fresh foundation
this solid self
this prelude
this song of what’s to come

© 2020 courtney lavender

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