Sunday, July 19, 2009

Perspective, or Your Can't Have It Both Ways

broad spread wings to catch the breeze
harsh gusts or thermals rising
free of gravity that binds me down

lost 'tween clouds and clear blue sky
crows and groundsquirrels apprising
'neath I stomp, around and round

to have bones so hollow, so light
to know the dawn, unfiltered, bright
to be...alive... at peace, tonight.

legs so firm, steady and strong
a growling belly long since filled
break from this driving wind

given concentration, tools, mechanics made
a predator's security to sit still
and I enslaved to weather's whim

to visit worlds that are not here
to learn and grow beyond ones peers
to be...alive... and see so clear.

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