There is an easy
There is an easy
Way
To fly
Fall into the wind
It would lift me higher
Carry me with
Nothing to pay
But integrity
Turn my head
Let it bounce
Along the familiar
Patterns of life
Without prejudice
So much effort
Expended in bracing
Against unpredictability
How would it be
Just to let go
Who would know
If standards fell
But me
Is that enough
To sustain my worth
Through uneasy
Moments
When sirens call
With a promise to reveal
The uncertainty
Of Nature
Ears pop
With the undulating
Pressure applied
Unevenly
Throughout a fall
When does the ache
The gnawing
Bone grinding
Cross cut saw
Jagging pain
That is always present
Even in sleep
End
Only at the bottom
Buried in small print
Subject
To nothing at all
When was that
Promise revealed
No immortality
At rainbow’s edge
Blame the doubter
In me
But my soul
Is not a whore
It is worth more
Than a crude dispersal
I may not soar
Nor glide
Without more than
Rudimentary proof
And as that
Is not in the nature
Of such things
Unless I can sprout wings
I will guard against
The urge to fly.