i want to be light as a feather,
yes, floating and floating
over seas and beaches,
past sails and boats
the sun and the sea,
standing, watching,
glistening, staring
fluttering slowly
past children and birds,
yes, my destination unknown
thrown and carried throughout
streets, cities, gutters,
mountains, highways,
the gust of movement
letting go of everything
and always free
some let me be, some might
stick me in their hair
for beauty
where beauty is kept
but it is movement,
nonetheless,
and time goes
on.