Annunciation

Feather by Beren Hartless

When something wonderful
And terrible,
Happens unexpectedly,
When soft wings
And a floating feather
Coalesce into a presence,
Do I tremble?
Or do I embrace
The gift?

A momentary surge of fear,

Adrenalin-fuelled,
Settles into silence,
And the cosmos
Holds its breath,
Waiting for assent.

B. I. Hartless