Monday, April 20, 2009

Sanctuary

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:

Spruce Eagle said...

Oh, yeah. You captured that boy's spirit!!!!

Fly, oh, fly. Fly high and be free.

Spruce Eagle Poet