Feathers and Wax
feathers
spiraling
to the sea
lapped up
by the ocean spray
by the crests of the waves
brought under
under the blue
the crystalline waves
foam-capped
wax
dripping
drops of warm wax
that held the feathers
together
splashing
into the cold
cold
sea
and a boy
a small boy
a young boy
who trips over his feet
and breaks something
at least
once a day
with curly hair
and a cheeky grin
and lively brown eyes
that sparkle
at the thought
of adventure
not anymore
the boy
falling
not spiraling
gracefully
like a feather
or dripping
slowly
like wax
but falling
a silhouette
against the sky
dark
against the brightness
until the waves
lap him up
bring him under
their foamy tops
welcome him
into their everlasting embrace
like the feathers
like the wax
forever beneath
their crests of blue