(paths, forward)

Such birds,
taught the sounds
of your name,
sing your way forward,
towards a horizon
of fame;

They flutter, these mimics,
on winds of the world,
from east to south
to north to west

and only when time has come
– when your song, so lovingly sung –

will these feathers,
such stalwarts of sun,
settle in for a weary rest
as each day is done

Inspired by an exploration of the word in The Cabinet of Calm (Soothing Words for a Troubled World) by Paul Anthony Jones
The Cabinet of Calm by Paul Anthony Jones