Excerpt

An exclusive poem from Sam Meekings’ next collection, The Other Shore.

 

Flight

 

We go because we long for this: returning.

Because the hardest thing is letting go

we give half our lives to learning

what it is we mean when we talk of home.

 

Because the hardest thing is letting go

we rush through goodbyes with jokes and laughs.

What is it we mean when we talk of home?

A tiny place that stays unchanged inside our hearts.

 

We rush through goodbyes with jokes and laughs

then haul off the baggage we cannot forget:

that tiny place that stays unchanged inside our hearts,

the ghost box of memory, solace, regret.

 

We haul off the baggage we cannot forget

wondering if we might leave behind

the ghost box of memory, solace, regret

for wings and wishes, for hope, for flight.

 

Wondering if we might leave behind

something of ourselves, we doubt

our wings and wishes, our hopes, our flight.

How much can we bear to live without?

 

Something of ourselves gives in to doubt.

Since we give half our lives to learning

how much we can bear to live without,

we go. Because we long for this: returning.

 

One thought on “Excerpt

  1. Thanks Sam, Hopefully a little bit of us inhabits the ether so others catch and snatch at the remains of a laugh or smile and not a grimace! Lightening darkness with inward laughter.-
    Everything costs but just perhaps in the end ….love…cancels out the regrets
    Keep on illuminating our lives

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