Lines of Horizon

Wreaking havoc on our gravity
(Fire endures eternity
Lunging ravenous for this,
Only to snap back and always miss.)

Shoes might as well be made of cement;
Our soles kick against the firmament,
Desperately clinging like spider's feet
To patio, grass, even garden seat.
A jump is a failure before
It even begins to hope to soar.

The heart mocks the eyes
When they see the wrong size.
The blue is so close to our fingers
But reach subsides although longing lingers.

Fingertips bleeding through penny-red hair.
The pain is hard, but barely there:
This pain we feel like a surgical knife.
"If only I could, for once in my life,
Cold turkey leave this dragging earth.
Like a more languid second birth.
Wash me sudden in icy cloud bath.
Show me the widest, freest blue path."

Looking at imagined lines between sky
And the world where all we can do is try.

The Last Afternoon on Earth

Anonymous dreams curled through our minds like smoke,

But we knew them like old friends before the brittle vision broke.

Run out of the house with a paddle from her wooden spoon,

We drifted and soared while lying motionless on the dune.

On our backs and staring at the technicolor sun through closed eyelids,

"We are made of wings; we are just minds, and we're flying," you said,

And then I put my hand to my forehead and opened my eyes a squint

And what I saw and what I was were lost forever in that blue firmament.

You Don't Realize

You don't realize
How pointless it is
To be on top of the world
Until

You learn how to fly
In the bottom of the sky
Above the world and the tops
Of its hills.

It's like an epiphany.
Come on, are you with me?
There's nothing to lose
Except

No, there's nothing to lose
This body is whose?
This life, is it worth it?
Except...

There are feathers on my wings
And I'm forgetting those things
That made my head spin
In a daze

Like I'm seasick and weary
And my heart shuffle in
From the rat's ugly, cold, dreary
Maze.

No, there's nothing to lose
Except

Gravity.