like a feather
gently swirling
over a cliff
free floating
white and graceful
twirling
from where it was
to where it’s pulled
by gravity
by nature
by aching
and joy
inevitable
and peaceful
dangling
and lifting
swelling
and swirling
spinning
and dancing
downwards
till it lands
on the earth
solid ground
sighing
infinitely grateful
for the beautiful
movement
that is falling in love.
~ cj
2011.02.06
