How very rarely one looks up.
Each timed step,
weaving feet to ground,
to earth, and rock and boards
the notion of elevating the burden
ceases to enter
It is a different world towards sky.
So simple really:
it’s where birds fly.
© Kristin Reynolds 10 16 2010
I found this old poem I had written a couple of years ago in one of my old poetry books (from the 1800’s) filled with all the old greats! Longfellow, Bryant, Byron, Poe, etc…this poem is so simple, but I thought I’d post it anyway…
It’s weird, reading through older poetry—almost sad in a poet’s heart kinda way.
The title came to me just now when Jenny from Forest Gump jumped into my head with that line that I loved the most from that movie:
“Dear God make me a bird, so I can fly far far away from here…”
AND, Mr. Loui Jover painted this for the poem…I am still in disbelief that anything I write would inspire this kind of beauty. Thank you, Loui.