As I walked through the small and crowded streets of downtown with my guitar on my back, I saw a simple seagull feather lying on the ground next to a bench by the bus stop.
I picked it up and put it in my headband, feeling for a moment like an Indian in this abandoned land that had been replaced with skyscrapers and hostility,
racing at the speed of business and fiber optics,
moving from one cherry red beacon to the next,
waiting with utmost impatience for the turn in life
that will surely never come
multitasking until we aren’t present in our present
and don’t even bear witness to the beauty of life being lived
all around us
every single day
and not even pausing to smell a non existent rose,
or notice a feather lying on the ground…