Transparent To The Sun

I have no introduction for this poem.

Transparent To The Sun

I don’t want to fly as birds fly, with beat
of heavy wing, or as insects, frantic
and desperate, but as the air itself,
effortless, though driven rough by the storm,
effortless, and transparent to the sun.

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2 comments
    • jeremylukehill said:

      I have no desire to be the sun, only to receive it.

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