Can’t Fly
Waiting for a star to fall
Can’t seem to hold the thought
Reaching for the other side
Doing what you've been taught
Moving from this hidden place
One eye upon the sky
Rushing off to hinterland
Wishing can’t make you fly
What was it Mother said
Before the earth began to move?
Who can offer more than life?
And there’s nothing left to prove
Dayvid Graybill © 2013
Ron
Chip Bergeron
Coyote skins cloak the Menno shaman, Drums at the sawmill,
Sage
Myrna