Learning To Fly - In Baby Steps
Learning to Fly (In Baby Steps!)
I am not so naive as to think there’s a cure
for the hurt that most feel as life’s stumbles bring pain
to birds found on the ground. Where’s life’s sound more profound?
Should I toast with wine flute (what I steal), quaff champagne
or buy crumbs for the hungry, the far less secure?
Should frail sell frail fresh seasons to “borrow” more things,
show the poor disincentives to seek ways to grow,
or pay heed thoughts that greed is best creed to serve need?
What makes soft (shattered glass), are you certain you know?
It seems failure is easy, ‘success,’ that which stings!
I’ve more questions than answers, but they, too, sing clear!
Though wings keep me from crashing, I still bruise the ground:
shoved from nest, feels like test; love’s a pest, pain in chest!
Life feels safer without love! Might that fact astound?
May what’s closer prove feckless, what’s distant, stay dear!
As a fox sights my perch, Lord, I take to the air.
I’m just air to a hawk and soon lost in clouds’ sky.
Let shade find not my kind is enshrined or maligned.
Word’s rhymes spin as they will, seed the verses I ply
deep in soil (just one page) of day’s sweet love affair!
Long Tooth
November 5th in 2020
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