Birds-Eye

Why should a journey
of a thousand miles begin
with a single step,
when all I want to do is land?

Why can’t I rise like a lark,
swoop like an owl in the dark,
or skitter like a turnstone
among limpets and cuttlebone,
dashing up and down the shore
and taking off in salt-washed air?

I don’t want to use my feet
on muddy fields and dusty streets,
but long to flap away on wings
guided by invisible strings.

Kim M. Russell, 7th April 2022

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On the seventh day of NaPoWriMo 2022, we are writing poems that argue against, or somehow question, proverb or sayings.

15 thoughts on “Birds-Eye”

  2. Too right. Who wants to land ankle-deep in mud, slide on ones bottom, and get all mucky! It’s blowing a gale here, too. I’d put laundry out to dry, but I fear I’d be chasing after it into the next county.

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    1. Same here, Marilyn, with intermittent sun and rain. Not a day for hanging out washing! I’m listening to podcasts on Sounds: currently a ghostly novel called The Lost Stradivarius by J. Meade Falkner.

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