The Return Poem by Shaun McGurgan

There was a time once long
ago, when....

the world she seemed so wide
and staggered waters
still as ice
deep as oceans
taught me how to fly.

So fly I did
was a long time gone
before I changed my mind.

Freedom is not out there
in the ocean or the sky.......
it's in the deep blue waters
or deeper craters
deep.
Made by countless angels
while we wake and sleep.

Old earth she turns and glides
alone in space
alone.
A fortuitous incidental
or a Kabbalistic lie.
The world she turns and glides
like it's nothing really new.
Though space is not quite what it seems
(it might be stuck with glue) .

It harbours many secrets
contained within ourselves
isn't it a perplexing paradox
that for freedom we need
walls
to get flights we need the depths
to fly we need to dive (into the deep)
and for flight we need
deep blue seas.