ESTO 20

I see the feather in the wind

Adhering to the metal of the strange grate

Out there

It’s said to be a sign

And I accept it’s so

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I do not accept anything as fixed

Even the feather

It’s tenacious but one day

The wind will take it and perhaps it will

Be a sign to someone else

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I look at the feather

And greet it

And do not think I must warm it because

The wind is cold out there

The feather will be fine

And so will I

And so will we

And so will all

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Be positive always

Snap back to it if it eludes you

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I am with Jesus and Abba

No day is new

No day is anything

Nothing is nothing

This is everything

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I can see a shore I do not know

I can trace a way I have not traveled

I can float for hours upon a dream I can’t access

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Jesus is smiling

Abba hides his

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I hear things below that sound like

Well, they are mostly machine sounds

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The feather undulates

It does not speak

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I turned the radio on to test it

When I got up an hour ago

It does not function half the time

I turn it off

It is childhood static

All over again

I used to be a defeater of static

Stubborn, persistent, undefeated

The radio in bed with me

A secret frequently accessed

In the maid’s room meant for me

The static

Past magic

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The steel to which the feather adheres

And the wind that jostles it

Show how I’ve grown

I had never heard of signs

Or semiotics when

Lux Theater was happening

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But one thing is consistent

Had I seen the feather then

Had Jesus then told me

Yes, feathers are among the signs to look for

I would have believed

Without cracking a smile