Cindy Rinne - Artist and Poet
The Wind Spirit dug into his skin,
Licked his face
As The Feather Keeper drifted
On the waves of air
Sailed above the outlines (of a river)
Cutting through stone.
Stillness of the dead air as he hovered.
Escalated him into damp
The Feather Keeper floated and twisted,
Tasted the droplets,
(Remembering) the story of his birth.
The clouds brewed
As the first breath of a storm.
He dashed below them
Delighted to discover
The birds soaring
Around him in an aerial dance.
(from The Feather Ladder, a novel in verse)
www.inlandiajournal.org, Vol. III, Issue I – Winter 2013, Poetry: Chalking (audio version too)
www.yvonne-brown.com, blog, National Poetry Month Celebration, Featured on 4/11/13