Feathers Float on the Deep Blue Air

By Annette Marie Hyder

His mind was a rain forest
rich and lush.
In the treetops of this rain forest
there dwelt innumerable birds
of glorious molten feather
and iridescent song.
Words, to him, were like noises
from the forest floor
far, far below.
And those word/noises would startle
the birds/associations and scatter them —
too many associations for every startle/word
for him to even know.
But the birds’ feathers filled the tropical sky
with sound and beauty
and fluttering thoughts
and prismed avian glow.