Soaring

A combination of poetry and original photography. The first in a new series where I combine two of my loves, poetry and photography.

Soaring

I can soar high,

Free from worldly expectations and false intimacy.

Free from the catastrophes big and small around me.

I can be in the world but not of it.

With the warmth of the sun I can fly unincumbered,

With a power that is freely available if I just take it.

But I don’t. True freedom is too frightening.

 I see it, even experience it for brief moments and then I run,

Back to the grief and misery, the daily grind,

Until I grab another brief moment again.

I can soar high. (Sigh.)