Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Is this Flying?

I flounder like a bird trying to
possess the wind—desperately
clutching the air with my wings
and falling into valleys.
If I could only believe the
air I grasp is for me to fly on instead,
I would stretch and let all
my belongings go--
reaching impossible mountains
while singing joyfully,
“They were never mine anyway.”

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