Mietzke's POST Holden Adventure

Reaching These Clumsy Wings Towards Light

They hang suspended in the sky
No strings attached
Gliding on unseen breezes
Illuminated with the light of the afternoon sun
Each gentle tilt of wing or tail
Sending them into a dance across the sky

They rise and fall like skilled puppets
Making an appearance on the stage
Each time they move they change the mood of the scene
White, black, and grey
They perform their sky dance
Air and light their props
The lonely cry of each gull is the music that guides them on

I wish that my dance was this well rehearsed
With flow, grace, and agility
I wish that my heart could respond to each tilt of my hand
Pushing me with swiftness in the right direction
If only I felt the breezes lift me
When I am sure I will plummet to the ground.
It seems that even a toad has more natural grace than I,
In this dance with life

I live black and white
but I seldom find the gray
My dance is one of comedy and tragedy
With blunder for props
And yet the music that guides me on
Is the same as the gull
My lonely pushes me forward
Ever reaching these clumsy wings towards light