FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

when the feather does not tickle you anymore
it ceases to be that feather in your heart
whatever life it has in you is gone
you change
the feather remains to be a feather
and it becomes more what it is
nothing but a filament
a chicken's part which it discards
from time to time
because it has no need of it

now you find disgust in it
and you let it go and
it does not delight you
it does not bother you
you realize so much time has been wasted
and you were such a hard-headed fool
when it is finally gone
and you are back alone with
nothing too
you miss
that delight which foolishness
once gave you