
It’s a long night,
safe, for now, in the swan’s feather,
delaying inevitable.
.
Precariously balanced,
wind threatening to topple me over,
onto the thirsty ground.
.
I grieve over the fate
all falling droplets meet—
before me and after.
.
I wonder…
I pray…
I hope to be better.
.
Dawn wakes me.
No longer falling, I rise in a cloud
to be one with the sky…
Free photo by Erik Stine on Unsplash
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Very unusual, and perfectly illustrated with the image.
Best wishes, Pete
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Thank you, Pete! It was a photo-prompt piece. When I saw the pic on unspalsh.com, I could feel it speaking to me. :) I’m sure more stories will come of it later :)
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