Longing to Fly

Like a bird I reach for thermals beyond my current flight
to give me lift, to ease this struggle, to offer respite
I flex muscle and extend my wing span feeling for the pressure
that will take me onward to a place of peace where I may leisure

Down here at this level we learn to buffer the daily storm
reactive in our growth for this combat is our norm
and yet to withstand this tempest indefinitely
will surely be my down fall, will surely ruin me


Comments

  1. Is that thermals of the long johnny kind? In this snow, I don't blame you ;-)

    Lovely poem, as always - you are very perceptive and have great powers of description. I agree with Norma's comments - blogger listen up!.

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