"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 a journal almost thirty-eight years ago. First, I scribbled my poetry or stories onto notebook paper held 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.