Virtue
04/15/08
A solitary feather floating on the still water
Her edges curled up, as if to embrace the universe
The constellations, the moonlight.
She was once an important part of a noble bird,
Now plucked from her former place of importance
She drifts along with the night sky singing its song.
What will become of her?
An intrinsic part of a soft home for hatchlings?
A treasured collection of a young boy or girl?
A device to tickle the chin?
Or, will she go back to the universe unnoticed
Her purpose fully known and complete.
A soft breeze folds up under her
And she is in flight, free to explore her next destination.
Accepting her final resting place, wherever it may be.
Knowing that while small, her purpose important
Whether complete or starting anew.
~ Nurse Practitioner Sue
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