Today’s post for my review of the last twelve months is a poem about highs and lows, and our place in the world …

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Grazia Mele Talutah – Self Portrait via photopin(license)

I am deep
When I am with you.
Bottomless, fathomless, eternal.
Falling to the deepest of depths;
Yet when I spread my wings
The thermals take hold and I circle
Drifting up, to undreamed heights.
With the whole of creation
Laid out below.
There is silence,
The only sound,
The shallow breathing
That anchors me here
Within this primitive cage.
A warning, is the sound,
Of how treacherous the undercurrent is
That threatens to drag me to my death.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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