Soft Landing (He Never Loved You)

An inkling of him lands

flutters in the chest

chatters in her ear

pecks at her fingers

and toes until it nests

forms an eggshell

around fragments, words

until one day long before

first light comes a singing

an intonation a prayer

of sorts that offers

a glimpse into something

sacredly fragile a fraction

of what once was –

poem manifested
bright with feathers.

Debbie Calverley