The Progression

The hand grabs The eyes search The voice asks The mind wanders The questions flow like a spring stream The memories follow the questions The answers not answered The faces in the memories All strangers The hand holds The eyes caress The voice soothes The memories flow again The faces familiar The tears replaced with glimmer The hang grabs The eyes search…. The disease progresses The tears flow

Free Falling

The feathers floated down from the nest. Small downy pieces of the chicks exterior A peep emitted A pair of golden eyes peering out At the expanse before her The updraft between the trees bringing The smells of the earth below her. Mother jammed her beak under her And in a heave she was free Falling Tumbling And then she spread her wings and the same Updraft of odors lifted, Lifted her tiny body, Lifted her head held high Upwards she flew amongst the branches Upwards until once again Once again she sat in the nest And again the catapult of mother’s beak Sent her sailing Sent her tumbling Sent her flying Free