.
Let’s go
his body cries
as he clings to the edge
of everything he knows
pulling and stretching
the nuances of air
between each feather
posturing the sun
on his back.
.
Then it comes for him,
the breath of Gaia
rushing in
rushing out
teasing his wild
hungry wings
till he captures her
exhaling
and lets go.
.
© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
Seasonings 
Beautiful!
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Thank you, Willow!
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💜💝
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As so often…intriguing imagery! Love it!
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Glad you do, Charlie – thank you. 🙂
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Love the beauty of flight. You bring it to life.
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Thanks very much, Renee. 🙂
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Outstanding, Betty. One to return to and discover further depths of meaning and conjecture.
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Thanks very much, Ben. (I just now made two small revisions to the poem, if you should return.)
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I always return to view/reply to others’ replies. Rereading your poem contributed to a new tanka. (For which thanks.)
BIRDWATCHER WATCHED
Perched balanced and poised
A feathered jewel
Your wordless statement
As you look me in the eye
Leaves me nowhere left to hide
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A powerful little jewel of a poem, Ben. I love the last line. Have felt that way looking into a bird’s eyes and also other wild critters.
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The breath of Gaia line is so powerful, Betty. That is what enters all of us and what allows us all to fledge out of the nest into our lives. The idea of the poem is so simple, but so profound. You are, as always, a great poet.
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Glad you liked it, Thomas. Thank you as always for appreciating the theme. On one level this was written for my son. I guess poetry will be colored by recents events for a long time….
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I don’t think that anything you write in the future will not be colored by memories of what you’re going through at the moment and the history you had with your son, Betty. That’s just the way life is. You raise a child into adulthood, and the sinews of that raising and everyday bonding are powerful. Thank goodness we knew our sons. Thank goodness we can bear witness to their lives.
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Sorry for the delay in thanking you for your wise comment, Thomas. I know you’re right and it’s comforting. Yes, thank goodness we knew our sons and can bear witness to all they were.
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So beautiful. A baby bird with the air through its feathers for the first time. And your son, I’m sure.
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Thank you, Val. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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Now i understand this. I am sending you love from my heart dear B.
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Lovely !
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