Feathers and Daisies

I draw a bath

To draw a line

From my fingers to my toes

In search of solace for another

I lift a hand in the face of feathers

Which to me say danger

Power to their color

Power in their numbers,

Power in their volume

Not their mass

Which leaves them crying,

“Daisy! Lacks a daisy!”

lackadaisical neglect

to the pressure on the bruise

with attention to breath

attention to hair

on the shoulder, attentive to

sound, attentive to

shards abound the wall

thereafter the strike

of surface on diamond portion

I lift my hand to take them

For lack of a daisy

I take them for the lesser man

Who at least has room to grow

I, with heterotelic intention

I am solace for a brother

I open my palms

To find feathers

And daisies

And shards as a result

And scars inconsequential

Because YOU ARE MARKED

As a result

All the world is darkness

And I close my eyes to find no difference.