the secret of flight

long before dawn
a morning dove sheds a few of her silver feathers
for she longs to share the secret of flight
with the next woman who walks down this path
where she will find the perfect luminous gray plumes
that like the woman's own dark locks reach like tendrils
far into their shared dove-woman dreams
of mermaids travelers and twins
of caravans sand dunes and elephants
risen above the hold of gravity
tears made into moonlight
tears made into first light
tears made into to the morning star

© 2009 Lorena Lobita Wolfman