I am flightless in this world

While my mind soars above the clouds.

My wings have been clipped

Without any forethought or meaning.

The weight of the world holds my soul

Against its ample, supple bosom.

I pass strangers in the night

Saying nothing, saying everything.

I spread my wings, soundless in still air

As the world whips past in the day.

While the days grow old, cold

I remain flightless, full of fright.

How can I simply soar, just fly away?

Soft leaves fall from sweet-gum trees

Swaying, dropping to the ground.

My wings are drooped and still

Without the prospect of flight.

I stand at the edge of the world

Testing the breeze, watching the sky

For hope of empowerment

And the oft chance that this eve

Will bring the long-awaited flight.

My mind soars above the clouds

Though my wings remain calm

Clipped and stunted, beating still.

I am flightless in this world

While my mind soars.

01/12/1975

Author's Note: In my dreams, I am constantly flying, even as a young man.

Posted on 12/19/2006
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