Ann Keiffer

Bumping Into Wonder

I almost walked
right by you,
small brown feather,
as you hovered,
an inch or two above
those river rocks.
I noticed you
but glancingly,
walked on past,
but then came back.
What was that?
And there you were,
a small brown feather,
fffffffluttering wildly,
stuttering on the
bounce of a wild wind,
levitating in place,
blown about
but not away,
a feather windsock,
snagged on the tip
of the merest
hairline-crack of a twig
standing on its end,
stuck in a crevice
among those river rocks.
A small brown feather
chanced to blow by,
chanced to catch
just so on a twig.
Feather and twig,
twig, feather and wind,
thank you for the moment
of magical realism
I almost didn’t see.

Ann Keiffer
June, 2015


About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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