WRITING: Poetry

The Joy of Flying

The feeling is of lightness
and the unburdening of life
that’s left behind to melt and spread
upon the sheath of earth, and be
drawn in and absorbed within its core
while freely flying far above
as in my dreams of youth
I hovered in delight above the beds
of older sisters while they dreamt
of mundane things like love and boys.

And so my eyes are raised to dance
along horizons and the budding treetops
close to home, though bound by gravity
and need, like me, to find reality
below the surface rather than to seek
except with vision and excursion
of the mind we all together stretch
and reach eternally just as
simultaneous and necessarily we sink
our roots as anchors in the earth.