I can’t help being inspired by the sight
of the fluff rising and dipping
and changing directions according to
the vagaries of chance while it prays
to deliver its precious cargo
to a propitious landing site.
The fluff’s drift conveys such a
powerful sense of exquisite surrender
that I am tempted to forget its
biological imperative and attribute
its arrival in my life to some sort of
higher order of purpose.
Whether or not there is a deeper meaning
embedded in the moment of conjunction,
I have always chosen to welcome the fluff
as an emblem of perfect acceptance
as it floats out of my sight
on its uncertain journey
to an uncertain end.