8.28.2006

Breathe Gently

As the geese flew
south, a feather
became loose and began
to fall.

The wind cradled
and rocked it, and laid
it down gently
on the lake's surface.

Painfully aware
that if the tension gave way,
the water would swallow
it whole.

1 comment:

Jill said...

I really like this poem. Kind of like how life makes us feel sometimes, like the feather ;-)