Feathers on the River

Beautiful white Swan feathers on the river of life

Reaching down,
Fingertips to the soft white arc of peace
Gifts for keeping when all that's kept is lost
Fickle feather offspring
Plucked from mother's breast
Spinning on the river's oily crest.
To be more like water
When everything flows on.
Moving past my outstretched hand
My Buddha gaze
My emptiness returns.