Touch the Sky

Art: Mark Collins
www.markcollinsfineart.com/

There’s a first time to touch the sky.

I feel mine coming.

***

How do we distinguish yearning

from escaping? As I teeter on the edge,

I’m realizing that it is yearning that

lifts us away from that which has

grown too small. There are

once-it-fit-so-well places that we

must depart from.

***

The eagle banked against the storm

clouds. I saw it out there, but

I felt it in here.

Around and around, caressing the

directions, all of them, with long,

grey wing tips. I knew that it was

thanking some god and yet praying.

It wasn’t done with desire. Not nearly.

As powerful as it was, it became small

to me. I thought, “How does it do

that on those flimsy feathers?”

I was swept away.

***

Do you have wings,

and is there a sky calling your soul

to journey toward some horizon?

Oh, then, please—you must take

the heavy step across the sill and

rise before the thermals

dissipate at day’s end.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author
A book collaboration in progress with artist Mark Collins

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