Unrepeatable

 

It can be difficult

to stay

 

even as the sky fills with feathers

in colors swept 

with wings

 

wielding their unrepeatable ritual

too bright to retain

 

yet even by turning away

you gleam within the gloaming

 

spun into flight by this same light

a wingsong

pouring over your slope and meadow

 

expanding 

as if to hold you within this moment 

in which nothing fits 

and yet

 

everything

including you

belongs