a return to flight

Over and over,
I’ve been that
(wilted flowers in hand)
silhouette to a setting sun
on a dried-out hill
saying stoic goodbyes.

But when I close my eyes,
(from my earliest
slippery seconds),
I have always seen
a return to flight,
my remains scattered by the aching hands
of my family back to the
soft wet arms 
of a briny sea.

how I’ll fly then —
as gently as cresting waves in
warmly breaking sunlight.

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4 Comments

Filed under death, poem, poetry

4 responses to “a return to flight

  1. May we all return to flight as gracefully as your poem. Nice.

  2. May we all return to flight as gracefully as your poem. Nice.

  3. Thanks Myrna, I hope so 🙂

  4. Thanks Myrna, I hope so 🙂

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