That is me
hanging from the rear view mirror
Balancing Feather
A stranger asks
"how are you?"
I shake, smile
and answer
good
she smiles,
"me too"
Balancing Feather
falling from the rear view mirror
During service
He asks “Are you okay?”
he knows the signs
how I hunch forward off the back of the pew
fingers tapping
He asks,” Are you okay?”
No, I might have to go to the back
he makes a little space for me to pass
I hesitate then make my move
during the hymn
taking my briefcase, I head for the back
sometimes
I feel safer
with no one behind me
no one watching as I struggle for air
“I am Safe”
the unbalanced feather falls to the floor of the van
Driving home
someone follows
to make sure I arrive home safely
I watch her in the rearview mirror
I pick up the fallen feather
reinsert it
on the mirror.
hanging from the rear view mirror
Balancing Feather
A stranger asks
"how are you?"
I shake, smile
and answer
good
she smiles,
"me too"
Balancing Feather
falling from the rear view mirror
During service
He asks “Are you okay?”
he knows the signs
how I hunch forward off the back of the pew
fingers tapping
He asks,” Are you okay?”
No, I might have to go to the back
he makes a little space for me to pass
I hesitate then make my move
during the hymn
taking my briefcase, I head for the back
sometimes
I feel safer
with no one behind me
no one watching as I struggle for air
the unbalanced feather falls to the floor of the van
someone follows
to make sure I arrive home safely
I watch her in the rearview mirror
I pick up the fallen feather
reinsert it
on the mirror.
A lot of connection here -- really interesting.
ReplyDeletea beautiful and evocative metaphor, Carol.
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Carol, this has to be published. It's excellent!
ReplyDeletesad, but good.
ReplyDeleteKnow the feeling all too well. My feather stays off balance more than on. Excellent poem!!
ReplyDeleteThere is someone always looking out for you. You are blessed.
ReplyDeletePowerful poem of caring community.
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