Quest


Quest

It’s a legend,

a myth

but aren’t they all, the stories 

that call to us

like a wind pulling 

at our wing tips until 

we draw up our talons 

and leave the branch behind 

to seek the bird 

we have become

not as the servant 

to a fair wind

nor as the sky 

crowned with storm

but as the one meant to fly 

in any weather.

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