Friday, July 15, 2022

Flight

How is it a bird can be on the ground

and in one motion of its wings

be flying?  As if being on the ground 

and flying leads to the other.

I have never flown as easily as I see

birds release their feet, be in 

the air, have a sense of knowing where

they’re going immediately.  It’s a struggle

to fly, to let go of what I know,

where I am, to pick a direction and trust

some destination unseen.  Every day birds

do this.  And I just wonder, as a child

of Nature, why it’s so hard to fly.


-Byron Hoot

hootnhowlpoetry.com.  

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