Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dream, flying, good enough on September 11, 2020| 3 Comments »
with gratitude to Corinne Platt
In the dream, I am flying
over the red dirt roads
of the desert, flying through blue sky
beside dark cliffs and I realize
I can choose to fly right out of
the dream’s landscape
and into my life,
and though I’m scared,
I do, fly through blue until
I’m flying above myself
walking through aspen,
flying with no effort at all,
flying wide awake
with no fear of landing.
flying without a single should,
astonished to find
I’m enough.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged flying, freedom, kite, poem, poetry on September 22, 2019| Leave a Comment »
you the red kite
I thrill to fly—
and me
cutting the line,
learning I, too, can fly
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bird, concrete poem, flying, poetry, wings, woman on January 8, 2013| 2 Comments »
Woman
who dreams
of flying,
do not
be sad
because you
were not given wings.
Such strong legs you have, pushing against the air with every step, and such fine skin that stands at attention in prickly praise
as the wind
lifts you the
best
that it can.