4. The Present

Shanee Taylor, tune in raga Bhairavi

Slanting rays of evening light
Jackdaws converse in the blue air
As I lie and rest in the garden
Aware of my beating heart.

Cloudless sky and yet
A wisp of cloud is floating down
Slowly, almost hovering
In the still air above me
And as a weightless feather
Lands in my open palm.

Who was the bird that dropped it
To land precisely in this spot?
Such a tiny grey feather –
Maybe a message, a present…

© 2016 Shanee Taylor