“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Saturday, December 1, 2018
bird braned
small minded man
only capable of moving
one limb at a time
one a single plane
some said Stanley
explored out of his
comfort zone
and yet he is known
by other names
irrelevantly so.
The circle is wider than the sun
or, as the crow flies
across the radii
it would be a straight shot
between sight and
understanding
potential
the small-minded man aflit
fills his hands with too many
occupations,
he is past the limit
of how far eyes may be
set apart for depth perception.
After observing the same flight path,
year after year,
the soar-
ness sets in
and feathers fall off
my sides.
Painting by Paul Peel, 'Bringing home the flock' c. 1881, in the Public Domain.
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