As a kid I loved the nature films
featuring time-lapse photography
rosebuds, opening
caterpillars cocooning
anything hatching from an egg
I understood the concept behind
the process – frames shot every few
seconds instead of continuously
playing the film made it all seem fast
my father worked in television so I knew
the basics of cameras and pictures
time-lapse films in enthralled me as
I also marveled at the patience it took
to watch an egg hatch, or tree bud
walking through the park today I saw
a feather lying on a bed of moss
ordinary, black plume – pigeon, crow?
I sat on the stone ledge just feet away
I waited, watching the feather intently
an occasional breeze, or passing biker
caused the feather to flutter, not move
even though I know better, I waited to
see what would happen to quilled fond
there was nothing to hatch, or bloom
nothing was going to transpire except a
gust of wind taking the feather, or maybe
another bird would pluck it to line its nest
I sat, expecting nothing, was not disappointed
but for just a few minutes I was once again
curious ten-year-old kid, sitting in a class
observing just how this crazy world works
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2020
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I can feel you sitting there, just watching, not expecting anything, and being happy about it. I was able to sit and watch with you during the poem. Thanks for bringing me along.
Thank you Danielle. Its one of those didn’t really care much for this when I wrote it, but after the fact…
Glad you liked it.
Terrific poem! I love the image of watching something hatch compared to the single black feather, birth and death metaphors that make this poem vivid and compelling. Thank you!