Look up in the sky and
You will see the contrail
Of a high-flying jet. It
Could be a military
Aircraft or a commercial
Airliner. They fly so high
You can’t hear them, and
The view from that high
Is breathtaking. Flying
Over the clouds is an
Experience that is
Unforgettable.
Out of nowhere a beautiful
Peacock showed up in our
Quiet little neighborhood.
It struts around with its
Rainbow of feathers all
Spread out. It has this call
That sounds like someone’s
Being murdered. It won’t
Let anybody near–it might
Chase them anyway.
Feel the cool breeze on
Your neck on a brisk
Spring day. Watch the
Trees wave at you when
You take a walk. Birds
Ride the the breeze and
Watch us from high up.
You wish you could fly.
Some beings drop in
On earth and blend in
With the rest of humanity
Except for one vital difference.
When you look at them in the
Right light, you can see their
Wings
Time has wings and
The sound of their
Flapping grows nearer
As the past memories
Are pushed into the
The past to make way
For a new promise of
Fulfillment and happiness
As soon as we are hatched out
Of our eggs and leave the nest
We get our wings and learn
How to fly
First we take short trips that
Scare us and tire us
But our curiosity and desire
To see what is out there
Urges us to soar to the heights
And look down at the world
We live in
One morning a little boy
Was playing in his front
Yard and decided to wander
Around through his mother’s
Rose bushes
A little person with wings
Flew in front of him and
Was joined by a few other
Of the tiny fairies
They did not seem to be
Afraid of him and he was not
Afraid of them watching them
Gracefully fly among the roses
Wordman of Alcatraz 