My View Of Things Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

One day long past
in earnestness
thought I could
swoop down on shining wings

Swoop down
and lift the wounded
or call the strong
up to my
shimmering
view of things

Thought blindly that
the sparrow would
have strength to fly
that the eagle would deign
to lower his eye
to soar on wings
to my view of things

I wanted to share
my sky
my glorious view
and wind currents defy
in my screaming
ascent

But only I
can tread my sky
And very few
will ever even
catch a glimpse
of my own
shining view
of things.

1989