Weighted with weariness
worn down by worry
I search the skies with longing.
Fashion me with feathers
float me up high
cushion me on your magic carpet
and let me ride above clouds.
The lark vanishes.
Lightness of spirit,
more a song than a bird.
Clothe me in quills,
speed me on soaring wings,
lift me above the limits
of my chronic fatigue.
A seagull floats, gently
drifting on air currents in
effortless motion.
Dress me in down,
soft as snow-white geese,
yearning for family that call to me
like seabirds from across the ocean.
I search the skies with longing.
Fashion me with feathers
float me up high
cushion me on your magic carpet
and let me ride above clouds.
The lark vanishes.
Lightness of spirit,
more a song than a bird.
Clothe me in quills,
speed me on soaring wings,
lift me above the limits
of my chronic fatigue.
A seagull floats, gently
drifting on air currents in
effortless motion.
Dress me in down,
soft as snow-white geese,
yearning for family that call to me
like seabirds from across the ocean.
Julia Duke