once, when i was a bird

a made a line across the sky

 

winding through the clouds

i punctured silences of things long buried

and so the rain came and wash-ed over me

 

the water came

the rain

looking like the tears of a bird

dripping off my tongue

and down my throat

 

it soothed my flight

quenched the long standing unspoken

i had held to my breast

opened the river in my heart

set loose the smoke

of a woman’s long

inherent song

the ancient strength

borned Goddess right

all came pouring in

and pouring down

as I stepped off the edge

and into the sky

gifting my foretelling or prediction

of what is to come