You are
Beautiful and free
Unlike me.
You are a lone
And wandering
Feather,
Swaying and turning
And shifting
With the wind.
And I -
I watch you,
The solid observer
From the firm ground.
You were once together
With many feathers,
But you took off to
Find independence
On your own wind.
You never had a goal in mind,
For just when it seems that
You are sure to land,
You sweep off again
On a new breeze.
I saw someone catch you,
Once.
And she turned you around,
Enjoying your beauty.
You were happy then, too.
But when she tried to
Keep you,
You slipped away
On another wind -
Just as you did
With me.
If you float on forever,
And never land,
Then, that is how it is meant
To be.
You will be happy,
And I . . .
Well,
Maybe I will always
Stand
Admiring
Voyaging feathers.
And if one should land . . . .