so like so many little wings, so like clouds

there's a place in each one of us -

a small and hushed place

so like the forest floor

where all the pieces

of the sky and the trees

gather and sing

their songs of return

i bet you can feel that place

in your body

as it flutters

like so many little wings

as we pass so much like clouds

through the each of our otherness

and when you rise

from that place

scattering dust

and sunlight

every which way

your body sings

the wordless song that is

the slender echo

of its own becoming

in the small cry

that escapes your mouth