flight

our wings are how we survive
their strength is what keeps
us alive
though our living is made
by the act of flight
sometimes in the air
we take delight
we soar so high
we swoop so low
our wings take us
where we need to go.
flights of fancy
are a luxury we cannot
indulge
the secrets of flight
we will never divulge

grace

we can find grace
in the most unexpected
place.

look behind

i cannot tell you where it went
how it went
how it was misspent
the time a gift we
do not understand
until it slip
out of our hands.

like flowers

each moment i see
bells look like flowers
flowers like bells
that count down the
hours.

we feel

we feel the pressures of the world
outside this little cubbyhole that we
call home.
but as a team
we always dream
and dreams are what
feed our souls
as we face whatever,
together.

as clouds

as clouds might form
in the sky above
sunlight warms
and warm
is
love.

happy octcrowber

september flew away
so fast
30 days now in
the past.
now an octcrowber
to remember...
before the attack
of november

caw!