Do I Warrant Any Faith In My Wings? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Like these terns aerobatics in the sky
How can my broken heart and I migrate?
Whereupon the horizon can I fly?
Leave these salt lake tears and hope to rehydrate.
Firmly turn my back from this terra firma
Do I take to wing and fire my slings
& arrows leave on my own, inertia.
Do I warrant any faith in my wings?
Do I go take leave of this static air?
Breathe o'er fresh new warm waters uncharted
Or do I simply forget my despair
Trudge back to my quarters heavyhearted.
Or like these terns that leave, never look back
On them seasoned love affairs out of whack.