Reflections On The Arizona Desert Poem by rich soos

a mound of clay is out here
in the middle of nowhere
scraping the edge of the sky
the sun is hot on a winter day
the air is still
no sound is heard
a bird seems to be a mile overhead
flying softly somewhere unknown
I want to fly alongside
fly away, fly around, fly
with wide spread wings
but here I am looking up
and the sky seems filled with sun
I'm hoping when my work is done
and that sunny day I die
into the heavens I will fly

from In Bed And In The Bathtub (1970)