Into the Valley

High over lavender clouds,
A white albatross soars,
Stirring its way,
Toward a distant nest,
Beyond the seas.

Strong thermals rise under its wings,
Tailwinds thrust it onward,
Distant stars guides its way,
Gentle flaps of feathers,
Tracking seventy-one degrees.

Sudden pain,
Burning in its belly,
The large bird breaks course,
Seeking port and recluse,
Before the agony overwhelms,
Its flight.

Head down,
Penetrating the thick darkness,
White albatross seeks safe harbor,
Among the white crests,
Powdering the dark horizon below.

Ancient voices sedates its fears,
Inject calm and direction into the mayhem,
A land patch appears, distant,
But within reach,
For safe landing,
And recovery.

Flocks of birds fly high overhead,
Migrating between far corners of the earth,
White albatross rest alone,
In a day it will soar again,
Resurrected back into the heavens,
Routing home.


January 19, 2018
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