Where do the wings of an owl end?
Like fractal feathers they extend
out into the night,
softening the swoop and
Heat shimmers from the aelerons
distorting the end of things.
Let it go.
Do we leave behind what has made us?
~I have a Mexican creeping plant at home given to me by a dear friend. As it grows, tiny leaves spring out from the tip of the spiked thick leaves. They fall and take root. That is how I received them.~
Leaves like fingernail shavings,
expectant, hopeful, delicate
Do we leave behind feathers or roots?
~I suppose a bit of both.~
A hair on a pillow that makes you smile.
A toothbrush awaiting your return.
Part of all we have known,
flying silently in the moonlight
leaving thoughts of our selves