Poems

Feather

How heavy isn’t it
 
to lift a feather
 
To hold between one’s hands
 
not letting it go
 
it is a big task
 
Because the feather, is entrusted to you by the one who flies
 
the prophecy of another type of life
 
and don’t be fooled, in reality every prophecy too
 
is the confirmation of an internal knowledge
 
 
There is an unstable point on my spine
 
they are hitting me I am scattering
 
but I am not falling obstinately
 
life starts over back to square one
 
one step forward one step backward
 
 
A feather is floating from above
 
no bird to be seen, only it came itself
 
to perch on me
 
I know, feathers are signs from angels to me
 
I am keeping inside my hands
 
like life