A Note on Flying

There is something quite romantic

About lone roads or a ship at sea.

A plane in flight or railroad tracks,

Ignite the dreams in me.

I travel roads in books I read,

Sail oceans in favorite songs…

I ride the rails in poetry,

Where my hobo spirit belongs.

We have very little freedom

Compared to the flight of birds…

Yet we humans can orbit Earth,

If we learn to soar with words.