Walk On Air

I have always thought of poems as stepping stones in one’s own sense of oneself. Every now and again, you write a poem that gives you self-respect and steadies your going a little bit farther out in the stream. At the same time, you have to conjure the next stepping stone because the stream, we hope, keeps flowing.

Seamus Heaney

Not my best, but I learned a lot nonetheless.

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Walk on air against your better judgement.

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