Beautiful And Lost Flights........... Poem by Minnie Gehrig

Verging on the brink of empty,
see how my toes peek over the surface,
see how the heel digs in
red earth,

the color of my soul,
no green here,
only cliffs and drops

glorious and murderous sunrises,
pushing the moon out,
pulling me towards the

crescents and valleys
underneath green and teeming with life,
trees smiling up at me,
come down they say,

the phoenix in me is spreading her arms,
fingers outstretched,
feel the air hot and dry like,
your lips on the back of my neck that one summer we swore,

it all would end and it will it will
with a push of wind,
i will fall

or maybe fly,
take control of the height, .
get close enough to the sun to feel
its warmth
the pulse of the god,

smiling down growing things,
demanding so much water,
and the blinding blinding light,

while the moon has only me and the pull of
the lonely sea,
dangerous pushes and
waves that birth and swallow at the same time,

at the same time you call my name,
pull me back from
my beautiful
and lost flights..........................