a love letter to edges

“Ala” painting by Mara Banderas

…and I forget the wings are here,

until I meet an edge –

            Trust, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Dear edges,

You are why I have wings

to fluff and prance

to tuck and roll

to shelter and protect

to dive and plunge

to catch a tip in the current and cartwheel about

to insulate and warm

to allow the drops to roll off my back

to break a fall

to pluck a quill and write

to find my way home

to cavort in the clouds

to hide my head under

How shall I meet my edges today?

How shall I use these wings?

   perhaps to stretch them out and soar