In this flight, I am the victor
the wind is my guide, the waves my balance,
the forest ahead belongs to everyone who might see
a sweep of nature
an envy of a soaring reality
the world cannot touch except to dream
if we all might know
though as it appears
I am a free for all in Nature’s elegance
my reality is the catch below
your witness to some Darwinian metaphor.
I can and wish to survive whereby I
become a visual reminder in your mind.
this is mine
© ta 2016
*inspiring new artwork from childhood nostalgia