flight

feather falls
from eagle’s wing
down from the sky
to
mind’s
eye.

from whence she came
I dunno.
but when she should go
I
follow.

unexpected
circumhappenstance
thrills
my heart exuberant
ly.

our first dance awaits:
tangled and fallen.
and whirled all about,
is this love, she asks?
(why must we doubt)

I rhyme with pride
because I must hide
anxious anticipatories.

I sing
to thank the heavens,
the Universe,
and
You.