feathers wherever you step like birds
want you to know they are there
birds leaving feathers
on the path
for you to say
“look at that”
birds that tweet to each other
birds that chatter
and birds that sing
they fly to one another from
and if you watched
as you walked
“hey, i see you”
“hey, i’m here”
and when you don’t look up
they look at each other
“well maybe this feather will get their attention”
and it does
because birds have their ways
and they can be very playful sometimes
The man was tired of the village. He found the company of others disappointing. The village itself was noisy and filled with awful smells. He had been there for 18 days. He felt that it was now wearing on him.
He looked out to the hundreds of trees sprinkled over rolling hills. Dense and thickly green. Calling birds. Insects buzzing. He knew that he needed to leave.
But questions were still unanswered. He needed to remain longer. He was getting close. He knew it deep within his bones.
He went on long walks to escape while still remaining close. He needed to think. Unravel. And the steady rhythm of feet on the ground helped him to parse out the the thoughts.
On one journey, he saw a brilliant bird. He stopped and it watched him. He felt it was a sign. In this moment the bird fluttered away. But in its place a single iridescent feather. He picked it up and decided to carry it with him.