As a Feather Falls
Poetry
I sat, paddle poised, in the middle of the lake and saw it skip and swirl, skip and swirl as it dropped from the tail of the great heron
It felt like a long, slow hour but it was only seconds of dancing, skipping, swirling before it landed in my canoe.
Nearly choked by the simple splendor of that silent ballet, a prayer claimed my being —
When I go and fall, letting loose Let it be like that feather! skipping and swirling as it drops.
One small feather catching the air and pirouetting in an act of beauty before landing in the only canoe on a large lake
To be retrieved by the smiling hands of One who saw the dance and welcomes the loss.
This poem won a place in the Art & Text of Norwalk Public Library in 2019. It was previously published elsewhere. To watch Cat read it at the event, click here:
There is a surprising story to develop from that reading. I talk about it here:
It is the title poem from a book by Cat Strav, available on Amazon at:
