there is such loveliness out in the wild.
(and i have fear of heights
and of small, closed in spaces.)
were i to fly,
i’d mount on wings of egret
or of eagle.
to span the breadth of freedom,
circle in a rhythmic dance above
wide open skies and crystal waters.
(for cities—i eschew the crowds),
i’d flee to mountain slopes
of flowering lavender and paper-whites,
and walk in fields of wild grass
and poppies, brilliantly adorned
in colors—Wordsworth’s meadow—
then open wide that span of wings
to swirling winds that rise
and thus within those arms
i’d surf in pure abandonment
of the breath of life until
beside a calm, still lake
i’d wait, alone, for death to come
in the early morning light
go back to earth
once more to nourish all that is to be.
For the prompt at dVerse Poetics please join us to view and be inspired by the amazing photography of Totomai Martinez. It would be hard to miss the poetry in his work. Thank you, Mary, for sharing prompt this with us. And special thanks to this talented photographer.
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