A feather tumbled from the sky today
A current caught its drifting way
I fumbled with my reaching grasp
No matter, the moment lingers long and fast
An eagle or gull, I think not a jay
The brief colors caught were white and gray
Shadow and light and longings past
No worrisome fears to mold and cast
Take flight before the suns bright rays
Take flight to find those hidden ways
Take flight, my soul, with sail and mast
The wind, the sea, and waves at last
Poetry and Verse 