Brighter This Time

“a hole in the wing” fly run walk away the cities are burning out below the fear of returning to peace– you were born in a quiet place the churn of suburban sound the wind that the restless city creates like a plain like a mountain immense and bold as a waking body like an island like a glacier self-contained energy in every limb humble ground birthing mystery that passed beyond younger eyes glory and release sewn into soil– the thick air feeds it with an uncommon touch fly over these pieces forgotten in remembrance of what was never seen land in the eyes of strangers and see that their ways are familiar witness your home with wonder with realism with a smile away away but not in fear for flight is not meant only for escape