Daily Poem: So Where Is It? ~ James P. Lenfestey
So Where Is It?
~ James P. Lenfestey
So where is it, your tree
your bird?
So when you sit
cross-legged, palms out,
they come.
When you sleep,
they brush all around
your bed.
When you wake,
there’s a familiar feather, and a seed.
Feather and Seeds
