A Feather Falls

So quietly
that even silence leans in to listen.

It has loosened its hold on the wing,
on the bird’s fierce strength,
on the necessity of direction.

Now it drifts only on the wind—
aimless,
weightless,
carried by nothing but a moment’s trust.

To have fulfilled its purpose,
and yet discover grace
in surrender,
moving forward
as something unbound,
light,
yet meaningful in its very weightlessness.

A reminder that lightness
may run deeper than gravity.