If you find yourself with a bruised and broken heart
Dust it off
With phoenix feathers that rise from ashes
And a far-eyed eagle feather that knows how to soar
Some quail feathers to keep things grounded
And a little timid
Find hummingbird wings that hover and dart delightfully
Seek out a quetzal bird from Mayan jungles and beg
For a tail feather of rare and wondrous beauty
Look for a lyrebird to add its feathered song
Include a feather from the common crow to croak persistently
Add a salt-tinged feather from a glaucus gull
To scream a plaintive cry that warns of more shit to come
Gather your feathers and bind them with sinew
Torn from the corpse of your lost love
Dust off your heart with the promise of magic flights
Dust off your heart with the feathers of the gravity deniers
Let your heart find its way skyward
Where there is no dust to gather
Just the delight of leaving the earth behind
David Trudel © 2013
