Look Up

Late in my life, I have learned how
To fly. Gravity, it turns out, is only
A thought, and, if one denies it,
One rises with ease to sew circles
With raptors, and lift with the updrafts
Of south-facing hills. I ascend through
The clouds, which are fog at that level,
And peer into windows of passenger
Planes. I laugh when the businessmen
See me and panic. The children who
Spot me just smile and wave. I get
Cold very quickly when I'm at that
Level, so I don't stay long. I return
To the ground, and, though I don't
Mind walking the way others do,
I soon put on my jacket and fly.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-02-04 at 00:14

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