The Sign II

Out of a clear sky
The feather fell
Softly, deftly
At my feet ...
The symbol 
Of my destiny
I had walked along
The road to meet

I picked up from
The road, 
Received in my hand
The recognition, I
Smiled, let go and
Walked on

A message borne
On the wing
Plucked by the wind
And dropped on 
A friday afternoon -

A sign 
From them looking 
Down to see 
My progress - they
Liked to see me happy
And sent me 

A metaphor
Of confirmation;
Of encouragement.
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