Wet Dog Wings

22 Apr

The map just out of reach,

reading glasses in a case shut tight,

I have to wing-it tonight,

pray these mud-filled wings take flight

but who will guide me home?

*

I cannot do this on my own,

not in this wind. And yet I rise

higher and higher until I see nothing

on the ground. Nothing familiar.

Are you trying your wings, too?

Pray these sodden words take flight

and find you.

*

Shake it out. Shake it out. Shake it out.

It’s only poetry, like wet dog wings –

something to say and I’m saying it or

nothing to say – I can say that, too,

and well. Can you? Shake it out.

*

Together, let’s flap our way

to the story of something that matters

and fly. High. Like geese.

*

Soaring, soaring, soaring.

With so many of us, we can make it

a long, long way. Pray these wings

will carry you and carry me

until we can all be found

to circle ‘round the place,

seen or not yet seen, we call home.

*   *   *   *   *

National Poetry Writing Month:

30 poems in 30 days.

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3 Responses to “Wet Dog Wings”

  1. pepibebe April 23, 2013 at 2:45 pm #

    ‘Pray these sodden words take flight and find you.’ Fantastic!

    • rrp69 April 23, 2013 at 5:25 pm #

      Thank you 🙂 And it works, too! Right? Poems finding people across countries and time zones… Congratulations on your WIN in New Zealand!

      • pepibebe April 23, 2013 at 6:24 pm #

        Thanks, it is rather wonderful!

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