Day 498: Acorns and Feathers

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there was a gift
i gave

i had no right in giving.

for though it was mine
it cannot ever be
only
mine;

 

in the way
an acorn cannot give the tree,

 

in the way
a bird who lends a feather
cannot also offer flight.

 

what i gave,
i gave without want
or exchange
or condition,
and it is good
to give
thusly,

but perhaps
i misjudged
the obedience of hearts.

 

i thought
a heart would go
where you will it.

i thought a heart
would go
where it’s met.

i thought a heart
would go
‘cross the ages.

i though a heart
would unfalteringly
set.

 

but such a thing –

like acorns and feathers –

belongs to Another,
really.

 

and now that i understand,
i bounce to the ground
and flit in the sky,
wondering where

next

We shall go.

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