Narrow Passageways, I Sing

Canyon walls raise both hands, holding up the sky

Water at my feet, flowing trails, depths that vary with each step

Sunlight’s reflection off water, moonlight’s warmth following its glow

Narrow passageways, tight entrance and exit ways, I emerge on the other side 

I can’t go back to who I was, I sing

Feathered Imprints

Long arms reach out, grasping at air

I am waiting, not knowing for what

Standing in the open, I look down and see my shadow has disappeared 

A sigh escapes, a flock of birds take flight where my breath left off

Fading small dots in the distance, they leave

Feathered imprints fall in their wake

And I’m left here wondering what is next, if anything at all