Wednesday, February 12, 2020
I MUST SPEND
I must spend
more time
standing in
wind learning
to fly like
sky, grasses,
leaves, learning
to let go,
to go.
I could stand
in sun, or
shadow,
either -- it
won't matter --
for when
I finally
flee this
body there
will be light
on the
other side,
and darkness,
and there will
be plenty
of flying
to keep pace
with that great
ache of stars.
