FLYING BOY
The night was cold—
Cold and very long.
Thank God the Sun is up now.
Early warmth touches his skin,
Caresses him
And holds a promise
Of something greater...
The boy who soared so high,
So high,
Has finally come down
And touched the earth—
Become the earth.
Lofty ways now a sweet bitter memory.
Authentic now
And a man…
At last.
