The man in the boat says it floats on the air
in the same way it floats on the water.
He starts the propeller and settles back in
as he flies off to visit his daughter.
But when I reach up
to the sweet blue jay sky
I fall back with a splash
After each desperate try.
The man in the boat came back one spring day
and he scooped me up into his hand.
He carried me, cradled, through courteous woods
and planted me deep in the land.
And one day I'll reach
to the highest known height
as my branches embrace
all the birds in their flight.
Written September 2021
Cover Image by David Vig
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