to float and fly

to float and fly, to soar and sing:
this is a part of human joy —
to start with feet but then, take wing –
a must for every girl or boy —

lest we forget, mid years wide-flung:
life isn’t easy for the young,
they want to reach, to touch the sky —
feel what it is, to float
and fly

Amid the Winter Stars

He walks amid the winter stars,
His feet are clad with snow and ice;
Away from critics, kings, and cars
Is somewhere he calls paradise

The solitude is like a salve,
There’s joy in all he’s come to have;
He stretches – though he’s still the scars –
And walks amid the winter stars

Attention Deficit

Wheree’er she is, she isn’t there;
Distracted easily, and fast,
Her mind is always off somewhere,
Although that, too, will rarely last —

“It’s a disorder,” she’s heard said,
But more like order in her head:
To take each fleeting thought at face,
And never stay too long one place