Was watching a movie last night about bird migration and as fascinating and beautiful as the birds are, I found myself thinking over and over again how much I would love just to fly as they do. It’s hard to imagine being so directly in the air and seeing the world move below.
35.
I ride the sky
when the day is blue
I spread my wings
and fly.
just up and up
to the lilac tops
where I rest
among the clouds
of spring perfume.
Somedays when the
breeze is stronger
I wait for a dove
or a brown wood thrush
and ride up higher
and higher
against the clouds
brushing the tree tops
sailing over the river
down there winding
reflecting the sky
and the clouds.
