by Tannya Siroshton

My mind soars with the grace of an eagle.
As currents flow the different channels,
So my thoughts sail from subject to subject.

Ideas last for fractions of seconds as
I pass through curiosities.

I wonder,

Would it be beneficial to circle,
Maybe follow one pattern,
But then the wind changes and
I'm lifted toward unknown adventure.

My flock was lost long ago,
And I've since adopted different perceptions
And lifestyles.
My choices open new doors,
Yet create ripples in the old pond.

They quietly touch memories of dead wings
Sending them to the surface.

My strong heritage of flight keeps me
Gliding higher toward a rumoured place of thin air
Where a euphoric world surrounds me with
Boundless knowledge.

My mind will burst with the fires of knowledge
Before I plummet lifeless to the pond of dead wings.

New life thrives from old growth,
Memories gone,
But the heritage of exploration drives it to flight.