Contemplative Play

                                                                                                               – Andes

Dying and Life

It was my left wing that broke

When I hit the ground crash landing.

I know the healing has nearly occurred,

By the breadth of my arms as I

Soar out over the ocean.

One bend in bone and cartilage

My acromion joint smooth,

The centuries of water wears rock  

My muscles resume and I am freed again

In flight as light as light –

What was it like flying over the stars?

What was the turning point to be able to fly again? 

A captivating journey: as soon as I redefined the future,

A new set of conditions occurred instantly in the present.

My wing was no longer a disassociated appendage

But a longed for part of me.  I saw myself flying,

Soaring out over the sea with the whitecaps turned upside down –

The myriad of stars my bed – I spun, and dove into the sea

For one great fish, then walked on shore and found a rock,

Sea to shore, water to rock, my toes leap from crashing waves and crags 

A feast this night – The plethora of catch, magnificent open skies.

                                           4.14.13

                                                                      – Louise Gluck