One day in the park
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.
Closing my scarred fist
I thought to myself
I caught this feather, it is mine.

Copyright 2000 by Mari

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