Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Another from the Bygone Days of Yore

We Have Wings

To Madeleine L'Engle

We have wings and walk.
If we could forget
we don't know how to fly
we would see the world
from an osprey's aerie.

We cannot allow ourselves that
moment of flight.
We must crouch inside
our shells and remain completely sound,
untainted by odd notions,
unmoved by poets.
We know it would
not do to let our hearts
beat one beat faster
or to feel the wind
as it is.

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