Monday, August 25, 2008

Road-kill II

We emit some small sound
as we take flight the first time.

Once a man tried to free-fall
hoping to kiss the ground in one final act;

only to discover he had wings that long lay unused,
atrophied to the point that they could only
weakly flutter, his joy at their discovery

shattered by the realisation that he’d left it
too long. His heart flew boldly

for those few moments, drawing
the moon from the sky
into his waiting arms.

When he struck earth
she cradled him lovingly

for a mother is equally blessed
by each of her creations, no matter
how stunted.

Rachel Westfall
August 25, 2008

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