

Still Time for Feathers
If I had the chance
to go back
somewhere in my past
I’d find the girl
who dreamt of life and what had come to pass
I’d sit right down beside her and I’d
whisper in her ear
those simple words she never heard
but always longed to hear
You are love just being here
Only you can change this day
Only you can pave your way
Try to keep your heart the same
Try to let your dreams remain
Deep brown eyes,
long flowing dress and feathers in her hair
with thoughts so big she silenced them
with no one there to share
Hold on tight
to all the notions
deep inside your mind
even when the words
they come
and hurt you every time
You are love just being here
Only you can change this day
Only you can pave your way
Try to keep your heart the same
Try to let your dreams remain
I think that she would look at me and wonder who was there
But she would find the weathered wings
still bound within my hair
We would hold each other tight
more closely than before
she would be the one to say
there’s time for something more
You are love just being here
Only you can change this day
Only you can pave your way
Try to keep your heart the same
Try to let your dreams remain
You are love just being here
You are love just being here
You are love just being here
You are love just being here
You are love just being here
A good friend of mine gave me an assignment last year. I was to go back to some point in my life and send a message to my younger self. It was to be written to the tune “Across the Universe” by the Beatles. I cherished the idea of being given an assignment but a block would form each time I set out to write. I landed in the same place each and every time. I know that place well, every moment and would quickly turn away from the thoughts. I eventually stopped turning and allowed myself to go there once again. My younger self needed me to go there. I found myself sitting in an open field, surrounded by tall golden grass, dreaming about the future, my future. I can see how optimistic I was and the notion of the endless possibilities I had in my mind. It is not those moments that stopped me from writing it is what was to come. How within a year of sitting there it would all change. It is not a time I would repeat given the opportunity and is always close to the surface now as my own daughters navigate the same age as I was then. With all that I am I want to protect them from feeling such hurt in their lives.
Jill Denise Fitz
September 2020
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