“Old notions”

I shed old notions like feathers.

For a while I thought them

… lost …

But these feathers

They did not decay.

I can walk an old, familiar path

Through memory and learning,

Between tall trees rooted in (lately barren) land

And spy feathers on the surface.

I can simply

lift them

from soil’s grasp, reunite them with my skin

and be

lifted

In return