feathers

things are lighter.
the weight of it all, less
and less.
sometimes the day is lead,
while
others it's a feather,
that blows gently
in my hands,
and over my head.
how strong we are after
so much
lifting.
it's time to put the heavy
weight back
on the ground.
i need feathers now, a bed
full of feathers.
the key
is under the mat, come
on over and lift
with me.