The Art of Flight

The Art of Flight

  Like a bird who can’t enjoy flying but instead only pecks, eats and drinks, I race from one activity to the next.   I end each day stretched out on the bed wanting nothing but sleep.   But suddenly I awaken. I watch my movements fast and jerky, my...
One-Winged Moth

One-Winged Moth

I nearly sit on the yellow moth speckled with gray that rests on the patio chair. Sadly, it crawls across the metal, wobbling with its single wing.   Up close I see the dark spot where the second wing once hung.   Oh you poor flightless soul. No longer will...