Feather light; It sits against a <br />Background of dust then wood. <br />It will rise soon with the next breeze, <br />And what seems like a puff of smoke; <br />For now it’s content, and I watch it. <br /> <br />When it lifts-off my hopes will <br />Rise with it, and ride its coat-tails, <br />Dancing with the trail of dust. <br /> <br />This feather, gently poised, <br />Teaches me how to live today; <br />My poise will cradle me <br />Like a cupped hand. <br /> <br />And when met with a challenge, <br />I will not fight it; <br />It will be the breeze on which <br />The feather rose-I will meet it, <br />It’ll take me where I need to go.<br /><br />Way Lenn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfect-minute/
