"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Fishing with Terns

Float upon the wind
and then flap like mad
spot what you want
in the clear waters below
channel the hummingbird
as you hover overhead
while the wave breaks
back up and then dive
holding nothing back
let gravity drop you
like a stone into the surf
maybe you will come up
with a silver flash
thrashing in your beak
or perhaps you will come up empty
either way you gave it your all
you will get one next time
and when you do
you will throw your head back
and celebrate with a throaty trill
before beginning all over again
with the earned wisdom
that the only way to soar is to fall

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