Fowling sequestration
birds my talons.
Lonely furl
my feathers;
this windy cry.
Borne of distance,
far from tether
or resistance.
Now alone.
Now together.
Now from my perch
I fly.
Renew my search
and all my own.
A destination,
wings, as these,
to lone unwhirl;
and will to seize
the perfect sky.
Fall 2007