I stare down from the sky
At the patchwork pattern
Of flat and endless land below,
Visible through occasional gaps
In the soft, pillowy clouds
Encompassing my being.
There is nothing below to hold me
Or restrict my movement
As I drift gracefully
Through the sky.
My freedom knows no bounds
In the vast blue stratosphere,
And I yearn to reach higher,
Obtaining ultimate satisfaction.
My spirit wanders freely,
Hampered only by the knowledge
That eventually I must return
To that patchwork quilt below.
Sept. 17, 1984
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