In my mind again-
a tanned Tarzan
inching his way to the top
Rope in hand, taut hum of sinew,
Your Essential Self- meant for flight.
Meant for flight, you tried to take us with you
Earthbound, we bound you flightless.
Now
I await the dawn
and bear witness to your first
and final flight.
At the top of the tower-
a gleeful king of thrilling heights
hurtling with wild abandon.
On earth-
the Truth is what I require:
Did you cry in anguish when the harness broke?
Or spread your wings
to taste the Joy of Flying
for the very first time?
How astute, to write about tying those we love, refusing flight, until they finally become free...and how painful!
Once again the image echoes: and the change of tone with 'The truth is what I require' is very telling.
In that overlap between beautiful and sad, & reaching deep down as well as high up. Thank you, Callie.
very sad... hope this wasn't a personal experience. really meaningful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Callie, I added this to my favorite poem list you capsulize so much in so few words and remind me of the great Johnny Weissmuller, the first movie Tarzan, who broke 6 world swimming records as a vegetarian cheers