From the Bottom Up

i

i

i

fly

and

I believe it

To shout from the tree tops

To give birth, to lift off from earth

My tummy tightened, my mind groaned and grasped

Of swallows sweeping, eagles soaring, swans waiting on quiet waters.

Salt green swelling seas under awesome spreading skies

And I thought of

Are you a poet I read

And that’s what I answered.

Are you a poet he said

But then I leave it.

Sometimes I shout it

But start to believe it.

Sometimes I doubt it

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