By Kelsey Lister
this bird has flown
a fumbling feathered nestling
with unstable footing
and a will to leave
didn’t I ask to be pushed?
the flurry took my wings
twisted them into knots
I fell like a stone
unobserved in the shade
a late bloomer
with an optimistic spark
cloaked in autumn’s remnants
small steps forward
fastened by gravity
bound to the belly of the sky
Kelsey Lister is an emerging poet residing in Alberta, Canada. She has work appearing or forthcoming in Maudlin House, Selenite Press, Roi Fainéant Press & others. You can find her on Twitter @stolencoat
