I love watching birds… The ease with which they hold their power, the intelligence they have that we are just beginning to appreciate, the swoop of flight that makes me swoon. One blustery afternoon I was having a coffee at a favorite café that looked out at the local mountain. I was marveling at the hawks that were flying over it. While sipping my coffee and watching them my senses got the best of the situation and my gaze of flight and sense of taste became enmeshed and I wondered what it would be like to drink a bird. Drinking Birds by Nanci Bern What would it be like to fly? To have the fluid of flight careen down your throat and lift you off the ground. What would it be like to fly? To spread arms of feathers that shine with the sun and take the moonlight like a lotion of reflection. But like the beat of a wing that pushes forward, do we not, in our footed way, soar like the birds when we unfurl ourselves toward our gathered dreams? ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry