I stand still
I feel Monday’s soft face
Lightly caress my left shoulder
Most cherished part
Most important here and now.
Tag: upright
Flying
One afternoon I was
Sitting in my house
Flipping channels on
On the TV, bored and
Wondering what else
There could be to life.
Then a force pulled
Me from my chair
And out the front
Door. I stood in the
Middle of the yard
And rose up slowly,
Over the tops of the
Houses and found I
Could go anywhere
I wanted to go–
Freedom!
Charge!
Doesn’t that man
On the horse holding
The sword up in the
Air ever get tired of
Holding it up?
Wordman of Alcatraz 