A MEDITATION
my mind is an airplane
turned toward the bright sky.
... my poems are falling
slowly
... parachutes of the mind
drifting upon the wind.
of memory
...... never to land.
yet i am becoming the fierce eye
of a wild bird
...... flying
within my old dreams
toward a new adventure!
... my mind carried
upon the fast wings of memory.
Memory!
and then...
i shall be a foot soldier again
... and young
again,
and free... and flying free
again.