Thursday, March 31, 2011

"A Journey"

I saw a feather drifting in the air.
I reached out and watched it fall into my hand.
It was a mossy brown from a sparrow that had been there.
It was smooth and light and part of the land.
I closed my eyes and became the sun.
I walked from star to star, then returned home.
It was as I had left it and I was one.
My journey was one of nature’s roams.
Now every flower, every feather from the sky—
Every step which I now take
Is one more step which says I and I
From this time on I now awake.
I saw a feather drifting in the air.
I reached out and watched it fall into my hand.
It was a mossy brown from a sparrow that had been there.
It was smooth and light and from my land.


Copyright 1973 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

I began journaling almost thirty-eight years ago. First, I scribbled my poetry or stories onto notebook paper bradded into place in folders, or I used spiral notebooks. Eventually, I decided to keep a notebook of poetry only. I found this poem a few days ago when going through that notebook.

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