To Be Carried Away Just Like All The Feathers Poem by RIC BASTASA

THERE IS nothing to argue
i have discarded that chicken and egg thing

i have feathers which i spread in the sky
from this cliff it will take much time before they
all arrive in the river

and then when on the river these feathers will be
taken by the water flowing into different places of

the heart and the mind and the dispositions of all
those who like us still search for homes

there is nothing to argue for i do not argue with you
i am carried away.....