how gentle the snowflake
as it
tethers itself
to a falling feather
and thus
its impossible lightness
gives the feather
that extra bit of gravitas
and the feather says
“Look at me, look at me
riding the sky, surfing the swell.
Look at me, look at me.”
how heavy the feather
as it
falls in swift motions
of despair
as snowflakes
impossible in their lightness
coagulate, become one
to break the feather’s pride
and thus
it takes one last peek
one last reach
one last breath
before
their lightness
crushes
A Gap In The Clouds 