Flying Poetry

If words could fly

In air, as the invisible lift

under eagle wings

If they could float

On water, as quiet turbulence

around gaggle of geese

If words could dwell

Under the sea, as the shadows

Casted from school of fish

If they could be heard

through our eyes

In the silence of their sounding

If words could be known

through our skin

In the reverberations of their inspiration

If they could be seen

through our dreams

In the echos beyond our understanding;

When words can fly, dive, float

When they take our souls soaring—

From heights to depths to equanimity

Then words become poetry!

Photo by Philip Hutcherson

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