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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