... my words......

transcending the heaviness of being human

i often fly in my dreams
out of necessity
free fall turns into flight
very close to the ground

if i count backwards ( from ten)
i'd make it to three
before my toes scrape earth
and i bound up into sky again

i try to pray but the wants and needs
are answered after the blessings of
the first breath in the morning
after any possibilities of
sustained flight

so i watch birds, butterflies
lightning bugs
and confide with
the occasional emu, ostrich,
and frustrated quail

they too dream of flight
they know of disdain and contempt
of windy days, kites
and airplanes

all i want is flight
if even for a minute
arms outstretched
fingers grasping air

all i want to do is fly......
if even for a minute


5/22/04
7: 23 - 7:30 pm