SANCTUARY
--for Stephen
You came to us
on broken wings,
settled warily
to convalesce
in our sanatory
nest.
You rode your skateboard
fast and high
endlessly
seeking
Air--
that painless instant
of peace
where nothing intrudes.
Now, a monitor of purity,
you climb smokestacks,
eradicate abuse.
Weekends,
you glide higher still,
you and the hawk on your shoulder
soaring far above us
in search of what sustains you--
a profound quiet,
two synchronous hearts.
1 comment:
Oh, yeah. You captured that boy's spirit!!!!
Fly, oh, fly. Fly high and be free.
Spruce Eagle Poet
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