My Teacher and I

by Charles Cavanaugh

My teacher and I
We are friends in secret

We are together only a garment
For yet another
The eternal
From which all life springs

My teacher holds a feather as it writes

I was once a feather and read every word
It wrote in the hearts of people

Now I have joined my teacher
We are particles of air
Tossed around by the wind
From the feather as it writes