To Land

TO LAND

She’s not like others
You can’t own her
Just borrow
And share a moment
If she wants it.
But she’s a ghost
Unseen
Unknown…
And she travels
Too occupied with
Making the most
Of exploring this universe
To be taken and kept
She’s not like others
She’s a spirit
Fearless
Wrapped in skin
But living in
The earth
The Dirt
The sky
She’ll fly
And rest in
The eye
Of a storm…
And you
You’re it you know
The only one she ever wanted
Badly enough
To land
For a moment.

-Chatity

It was still so dark this morning as the sun came up that the bottom of the photo is blurry, but I like it! I think it goes well with the poem. The image to me shows that sometimes everything is more clear when we look up... :) And some of us are happier flying than landing ;). ~ Charity