Moments

Birds take flight
a flock of white wings
shuddering in the air
after rain falls
the mist is thick
my pen flows freely
reliving moments gone
Hot humid nights
of the swampy South
skipping cobblestone streets
telling stories in their cracks
confession booths where
communion wafers dissolved
against my tongue while
I confessed my sins through
a veiled screen behind
pulled velvet curtains to
the empty seat on the other side
Looking out windows
to the strangers and wondering
what the world looked like
through anothers eyes
Standing on the cliffs of mountains
as condors soar
wishing I could fly
sensing their freedom
and longing for it
Opening my soul and letting
the overflow seep out
feeling the pressure drop with
every word written
I give thanks as the ink spills
filling the holes that life
bores into all who live long enough
to suffer realizing the foolishness
of youth
Knowing joy will never
be taken for granted again