Jul 2021
River rushing below bluffs
written July 7th, 2021
I dream of the bluffs
we visited that day
the river rushing below
demarcating freedom
these years of practicing
flying away across fields
in preparation for this night
have made my wings strong
can I reach the bluffs?
float out over the river below?
escape these fields and rows
encompassing my life
I fly towards my future
until wings collapse trembling
on the edge of becoming
or breaking into pieces
I fall to the ground
Not to the bluffs
with the river rushing below
not this time
but one night soon
with these wings being made strong.
written July 7th, 2021
I dream of the bluffs
we visited that day
the river rushing below
demarcating freedom
these years of practicing
flying away across fields
in preparation for this night
have made my wings strong
can I reach the bluffs?
float out over the river below?
escape these fields and rows
encompassing my life
I fly towards my future
until wings collapse trembling
on the edge of becoming
or breaking into pieces
I fall to the ground
Not to the bluffs
with the river rushing below
not this time
but one night soon
with these wings being made strong.
Growing up amidst the cornfields of rural Illinois, and the bluffs along the Mississippi River. That line about "wings made strong" was in another poem, but the poem didn't achieve what I wanted. Maybe this one comes closer.
