poem day

Feather

Lord,

I’m a feather

floating to Earth,

swooning back and forth

like a rocking cradle.

Slide your hand beneath

me. Life me up, then blow.

Give me rise

to drift across the green

and fertile land,

whipping, swooping  

in the playful wind

until night ushers stillness

and I rest,  

gazing up at stars.

  

      -Kimberly Laustsen