Traversing

In the west lies wings that long to shuttle to a place near the Mother Contemplating a journey; flight, or the surface of the great waters, and waves of emotion deep in the soul. Winds or tides have similar affect; they may be with or against you. Which will it be, acceptance on the shores dune or drowning in the depths; life is incidental. Doing as a sloth does reflects frivolity. When these wings stretch its with sincerity. The feathered creature contemplates what's outside; knowing that it must go while it pulls at its heart. There is a certain solace in staying where it is. Yet, a missing, as these feathered arms contend with where they currently rest. This nest or that nest, to which is this allegiance?   The soul, one way or another, will fill these empty spaces; either by your choosing or not. Which shall it be, as it loudly squalls at the joy accompanied by affliction.   Background and poem by Gary Hodges

"Traversing" by Gary Hodges