December 5, 2017Poem

There is an easy

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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.