"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.