Here we have upon the sand ,
A seagull feather,
That once was fanned
Across the sky and water blue,
Until it landed
Next to you.
And there it rests in its new space
Amid the sticks
It's out of place.
And yet its colors, gray and white
Just blend right in
It looks just right
Next to those sticks of white and gray
Which came from somewhere
Both washed upon the shore 'tis true
And though so different
Are similar too.
This picture and those words are a weak, hastily-written attempt to say that although the elements of the photo above are different, they have something in common. The feather from a seagull and the sticks from a tree share an almost identical color which is only apparent when they're close together.
This sort of reminds me of Thanksgiving, believe it or not.
Those of you shaking your head, furrowing your brow and
I'll tell you.
We gather with our families and friends this time of year, flung together like this feather and these sticks. We're each unique; some of us are feathers, others are sticks. Not really, just metaphorically* speaking. And yet in spite of our differences, we share something in common. We're family.
(In the Chesapeake Bay extended family, I'll be the feather and my two sisters can be the sticks. According to the Book of Sibling Rivalry it states very clearly on page 13 paragraph 1 that the oldest child gets to be the feather in any analogy* where the only other option is a stick.)
Who in your family stands out and how are they different from the rest of your family?
* I've just arrived home to a dark house after a long day at the paying job and a 2-hour, one-way commute thanks to bad drivers, accidents and Thanksgiving traffic on Route 17. Therefore I can't hold my eyes open long enough to look up the difference between metaphor and analogy, but hopefully you understand what I'm trying to say.
Even if I don't.