Downed Pilot


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

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