Illusion of FlightCatching the sight of three birds in flightFrom the corner of my left eye, IFelt a momentary pang of longingDeep in the chest where my heart lies.Fettered by feet and weary human-nessI confess I am tired of this earth bound existenceTired of this walking on hard packed sodAnd ancient burial grounds of the long forgotten.I want to rise up with wingsAnd soar with the freedom of untied dreamsGlide on the currents of the truly unboundAnd dance on the intangible glories of sky.I want to fly!But still I walk, sighing loudlyThe birds out of sight now, IHurry to my cubicle of conformityShoved in with the masses of the all-the-same.Almighty dollars pressure me to reachNeeding them to meet my need, IStrive in futile, uninspired destituted hopeEver mindful of the ship coming in on the horizon.I want to fly!If I had been born a birdI'd fly until my feathers fell outAnd my wings would not lift me off the groundAnd then I'd fly, a ghostbird, in Eden's realm.I want to fly!Retracing my steps back home from workI sought to find the beautiful birds, IHad seen in peripheral sight this morningKnowing that it was an almost impossible thing.But what! From the corner of my right eyeI spy their graceful forms above the hedgesThree white stainless birds of steel and structureFettered to the concrete by bars of iron!I am crushed, I am disheartened, I am disconsolateThis revelation of illusion of flight has undone meAnd I walk home with a much, much heavier heartThan the one I had this morning.I want to fly!
©by VooSeptember 17, 075:05 p.m.
