Time's Flight
by
Madeleine Kuderick

Time is a dove's white feather
floating on the wind.
It has no destination.
It rises up, then down again.

No human hand can hold it
as it spirals along its way.
We can only hope to feel its caress
as it awakens each new day.

So have picnics in December.
Stay tucked in bed 'til Noon.
The downy white and feathery flight
are over far too soon.

Have lots of hugs and kisses.
Live well each present day.
For future plans and memories grand,
too soon shall fly away.

Remember to smile at babies,
and hold hands when you're afraid.
Carry grandma's groceries up the steps,
and don't think twice about the trip you've made.

For when the feather finally comes to rest,
it's not about the place it has chosen to land.
It is all about the journey,
and your choice to understand.

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