The Safety of Flight

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“I am circling around God, around the ancient tower,
          and I have been circling for a thousand years.
          And I still don’t know if I am a falcon,
          Or a storm, or a great song”
                         — Rainer Maria Rilke, I Live My Life

The garden
is quite bare now, you know.

There are a thousand
blind eyes
searching for a soul.

I have
wandered to the gate
its well oiled hinges,

my umbrella
securely strapped
close to my hip.

In the clouds

the rain

is sleeping.