POEM: TWO FEATHERS

Two Feathers

…plant something foreign in me, a deep quiet,
a mad freedom: my heart laughed when the bird
raised his soft wings.

Thorkild Bjornvig





Two feathers drift onto my desk.
 Pale morning sunlight
heralds another hot June day.

Native Americans regard
fallen feathers as favorable signs.
I think of them as angels.

My heartbeat quickens. There,
against the rising sun
a lone eagle is flying.

The eagle knows I am here,
and sends his salutation.
One lone warrior greets the other.

He is on a journey into light.
But he keeps watch and circles.
He knows I know he is there.

I hold his gifts in my hands.
They are both blessing and prayer.
Now, there are two eagles flying.

Alex Noble

An Excerpt from 23CN:

“The Book of Notes from the Soul Country”

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