Carol Fleming Klein

Migration - Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

The time has come to fly
like a bird who lifts her wings
in the time appointed
for flight
to new places and things

I prepare to fly

I lift my wings and draw away
Familiar paths grow distant
Hazy in the distance
Blurry with the distance
of space and time
Blurry with the wind
in my eyes
and the sense of distance
The unspoken goodbyes

I prepare to fly
The time has come.

May 8,1995

Topic(s) of this poem: farewell

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 3, 2014

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