I watched a feather, swift and soft
that quick was shed, and soon aloft
up in the air that we all breathe
was it en route to somewhere better,
somewhere greener, cleaner, keener,
nowt be freer, no more fettered,
lose from that kindred, living sheave
to trees it cleaves; new path unfurling
how freely zagging, zigging, swirling,
twirling there, kin with the leaves,
the green appendage like a sea,
une aigrette verte, a calm affair,
think what it might be like up there,
for what’s that feather’s worldly care
up there among the plumage,
bloomage bright amidst the autumn air,
think what it must be like up there,
for what’s a feather’s worldly care?
iamnotoldfashioned 