The Feather Drifted Down
©A poem by Vijaya Sundaram, June 3, 2011
Stillness. The feather drifted down.
Silently, the feather drifted.
Drifting down, without a sound
It caught my eye, held it captive.
Drifting, it caused me to suspend
All thought, emotion, sensation,
All space was there for it to bend
Into white swirls, interactive
With the air. My eyes tracking it,
The feather twirled, drifted and danced.
Grace, in space, while I, lacking it
Stayed put, all silent and in thrall.
This is what it all boils down to:
A single feather floating down
Life and death and toil come round to
A few moments spent in free fall.
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