Dreams of Flying
Lying on my back in clover, I was sky blue––
wishing for the wings of night
that lifted me, unsurprised,
to hover and then swim the air
above the ordinary.
Sixty years later in the green Pacific,
buoyed as expertly in the waters of reality
as by my dreams of youth,
I see blue sky above me
and know I am a part of it
even here below
where I float in the arms of ordinary,
knowing it to be enough.
Lovely
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Float in the arms of ordinary and know it is enough…. wonderful.
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Gosh, you were an awfully cute kid 🙂
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I love it.
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I love it as well.
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