1993
500 years
after a
blindness,
the awakened ashes
smouldered, and
ignited the flame
called phoenix,
who soared into
his pale blue
freedom.
and his perspective
was no comfort
when he saw
everything
the same size
and everything
on little earth
could be covered over
with his wing.
he soared into
his black
freedom,
of a
weightless,
untroubled,
boring planet,
and looked at the
small blue ball.
there was a
storm forming
over africa,
and he tried to
shout
to the sailors,
“all you fishermen
-get out of the water.”
but he was too free,
and he could see
too well,
and they were
caught up
on that little ball,
with their
big boats
and
big fish,
and they couldn’t
hear
his small warning.
