Feathers From My Roof
Author: Pondering Red


I decided to sit on my roof,
one floor up to a different perspective.
Here, a blanket of cloud folds around me
like an arc of, off white, pale gray feathers;
ruffled and soft as the tickling of rain drops
that touch my thighs and legs.
Dark birds fly over.
They weave and flutter, high and low,
playful, claiming their territory.
The sky is theirs.
The city does not exist
except for the swoosh sounds of distant traffic
streaming on ground level.
I am in flight !
The panorama of cloud and sky blue
peeping through is exhilarating.
I could cry.
As the wind picks up,
I now feel as if I am running with it.
I surrender to this feeling of pleasure.
A sea gull flys by.
I crave this joy of being surrounded
by cloud and sky and wind and rain
and yes, I surge,
like the distant birds,
again and again and again !


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