A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, May 10, 2010

flown

we've flown
we are one bird, I don't
know who is beak, or eye,
or wing, but we

wing over effortless
the hills, the cliffs,
the sand, the sea

a fixed-wing craft
we soar down drafts
and circle, spiral up
again, with preternatural sense
or rather: natural sense,
of where and when

the currents bend
so that we'll catch
our wingtips grasp
like fingers, made
of thousands of ethereal fans
that take thin air like ladder rungs
with firm hands splayed
upon sound wood
so feathered filaments take hold
and draw us up, as sure as steps
but quickly, though

this air is cold

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