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To Fly the Fall

It took seventy years to figure out
That life scatters truth, left and right.
And those first thirty years, reflecting back,
Were shades of dull, with times of bright.
 
There were some so good, and some, so bad,
And some that skated through the middle.
Some did test reality’s bounds
Like many riddles within a riddle.
 
Then a light appeared through a mystical haze,
About thirty-five years in my past,
And what appeared were decoding thoughts,
Most were accepted and a few were trashed.
 
Some were clear and lights came on,
And truths were swallowed within those days.
Understanding sprouted into wings
And feathers grew in mysterious ways.
 
First I crawled, then I stood,
At last I began to walk.
After a time I took to flight
Like the sky-bound, Red-Tailed, Hawk.
 
Higher and higher, the words gave lift,
And I climbed toward the infinite Sun.
But I was weak and feathers, new,
And the inevitable descent had begun.
 
I glided for a time, and another time,
There was no reason to fear the falling;
After all, there was a light
And the words that kept on calling.
 
No, the words didn’t do me in,
Or the lack of meaning in dreams and shadow,
But sheer simplicity of the message
Left my wings feeling weak and hollow.
 
At last, this child of shrinking wings
Landed and looked in the reflecting pool;
He saw his studies and mystical dreams,
Forming the words of the Golden Rule.
 
D. Thurmond

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