It Twirled Down

Yesterday, 
on a morning walk, 
mind churning, 
this little gray feather twirled down in front of me, 
landing at my feet.


It was the way it twirled down, spinning like an ice skater? in front of my face before landing, light as a feather, that stopped me.

Stopped the churning too, 

as if someone had yanked the plug from my mind?

I looked up; no little gray bird to be seen.

Just sky and trees and phone line.

It must've been stuck in the phone line. one thought

It doesn't really matter how it got there, or where it came from. 

it brought me back...to a lighter moment


to the moment right in front of me

when it twirled down like that ~