I looked up and saw a feather
floating, meandering to earth.
I thought to myself
I will catch this feather, it will be mine.
Just when I nearly had it in my grasp,
a strong gust of wind from the north
blew it out of my reach.
I thought to myself
I will catch this feather, it will be mine.
I outran the wind.
Just when I almost had it in my grasp,
a park bench sprung up in front of me
and blocked my path.
I thought to myself
I will catch this feather, it will be mine
I hurdled the bench.
Just when I had it in my grasp,
a faceless branch tripped me and I fell.
Opening my scarred fist,
I thought to myself
I caught this feather, it is mine.
©2000 Mari