The feather falls

Word Count: 87

March 3rd, 2010 | Alan | Uncategorized

As the feather falls to the ground, it reminds me of the time that I was falling
Time seemed to slow as I realized that the impact was inevitable
I wavered, grasping for every draft of wind, but the breeze was gone
As I fell, I wondered why things had to change
The wind used to be so strong, so intimate, so beautiful
Then I hit the ground, and lay there, realizing that it was over
that it was all over for good

But then another gust of wind came; I treasured this one.