Of Shortened Time

Mine to have but not to keep—the long view, looking out at time,the future from a mountain top,the grand vista, the view non-stopof lofty peak and far outcrop—the only limit was the climb. I owned the possibilityof what was on the other sideof any hilltop, any year,across an ocean, beyond there,the future huge and little… Continue reading Of Shortened Time

Crossing the Street on Wing

There's something free and airborne in this child—she flings her arms and spins when she moves,hands arched and reaching for the sky,hair blown like feathers on a breeze,flying to a destiny up high. I hold a wing to save her from the wildand heedless world, though it’s a brief favor—the restless hand she's briefly granted… Continue reading Crossing the Street on Wing