by Jnana Hodson

Regarding this desire
to go ever higher
on one’s own power:

Longhorn sheep, elk, mountain goat
point the way.

Me, I’d sprout wings
if I could.

Even as a dragonfly
or maybe
a hummingbird

if not an eagle
against the hypnotic blue.

Or, as they ask a pilot,
What’s your altitude?
as a point of transcendence.

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