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