Feather of a Jay

If I were a noise how would I sound?
Like the squawk of the Stellar's Jay
Until yesterday

But that was old and very very cold.
Meaning choked
Growing old

Now just the hum
Of an eternal drum
Beating

If I were a picture
whiteness
only
Om

If I were a word
Feather, comes to mind
Soft and careful and kind

A thought
A world bending
At my door

I choose
Just one thing
To be

Me