Poetry, Uncategorized

The Cottonwood Stars

Here they are today, these cottonwood stars –

this is my body, borne adrift

on a wind of sunlit motes

these are the stars

in the rarefied breath of angels

with sentience inspired.

I am this way, as one of these

headstrong and earthbound.

Perhaps the wind will lift me

up and through grandfather cloud

I will pass into the deep sky…

Else, I shall drift my day

purpose supplied, motive unsure

and drift given wind by patterning wind

I and my spirit, we are spirit

and spirited on.

And then, as we were once

before the roots bore us up

and the sun gave strength through

time until our parents we fly

back unto the body we are still

and our children may be stars.

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