Never been able
to perfect
my angle of attack.
Keep putting it down
in the dirt.
Living every hard landing,
but looking up
at the birds
with envious eyes,
and start figuring out
where I went wrong.
Is it possible
that I am addicted
to chasing the horizon?
I think I want to be
in the place
the Sun goes.
The same place
the Moon calls home.
So far,
all I have learned
is what not to do,
but maybe that’s
exactly how one gets
over that thin line
separating now
from tomorrow.
DJR – 2023
