…oh, again to soar…
I could but glide
like a bird in flight
I would soar skyward
on feathered wings
in sweeping circles
lifted on mighty thermals
I would not be earthbound
not a captive of gravity
if I could
but break the gravity
of time
I would not be a prisoner
of regret
this day would be soaring
and swooping
and giving thanks
for feathers
and hollow bones
and forgiveness
rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: Sunday Muse
These women can SING!!