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…
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