Ebb And Flow Poem by Annalee Somerville

I just stopped by to say
I felt you in the cool breeze
as the wind picked up
a feather fell to my feet.

The feather was brown and ordinary
nothing surprising caught my eye,
it was the way that it landed
when it fell from the beautiful sky.

It reminded me of my journey,
recovery and personal growth,
the words I whispered to the wind,
and how I felt the Ebb and Flow.

Wind had carried that feather,
echoing my prayers through the trees,
that symbolic but ordinary feather
was the Universe, sending love to me.