The Eagle with Blue Feathers by Kimmery Moss
The Eagle with Blue Feathers Kimmery Moss He falls asleep connected to meHis little lips on my chestHours later he wakes again for more But I am no longer able Supplies are low, desires are low Mother is like an eagle who has been flying too long I must perch upon my own soul and rest I sing you to sleep this time You claw at me and I am wounded I read somewhere that OM calms babiesIt was the first sound of the universe anyhowHow we know something that seems unknowable is irrelevant at four thirty four amI OM something like twenty seven times before I lay you back downMy shoulder aches from…
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