fallen feather catches my preoccupied attention
as I walk slowly toward another busy day,
and I begin to envision the sensation of
rising from earth to go wherever I please
and making the sky my home, away from
the giant metal birdcage in which I live.
But perhaps the lofty, winged creature above,
the bird who rides so freely on the rushing winds,
watching me stand firm and secure on greener grass
and seeing me with plenty of food to nourish me
in a home more richly furnished than a nest,
flies away in lonely and distasteful discontent.
I cast the feather idly aside as
my feet move across the pavement.