The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
a trembling quiver
cupped within my hands,
a quiet treble, its dazed feathers bold and vibrant
with tender innocence -
beautiful bird -
you will soon know flight again.
children huddled in the park
gathering moss and mud in gleeful abandon
not feeling or fleeing the shadows of adulthood
just rebelling and reveling in the ache of sunlight
bent wings shall straighten and unfurl
under caring hands that understand the push and pull of wind,
the arch of a mountainous grasp
tomorrow is a promise
as yet unkept
weep only for beauty's sake,
not for sorrow. It deepens its furrowed glare
with each drop that falls, uncaught.
hearts brighten as sun rises -
anticipation of an instant
when hands touch and clasp,
something new and somehow sacred.
all the world shall fall away
when eyes meet and grasp
the significance of such a moment
soothing and glorious,
bereft of nothing,
a waterfall of everything,
all at once.