All is the blue

Poesia

All is the blue
of clear skies
and clouds like wind
Over the curve,
into the open,
we soar not on
hope, of feathers,
but faith
in the lift and
converge
Hold steady,
heart, beating
for this one
purpose 

In the skies (my photo)

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Author’s Note: Poem written en route to New York City on Jan 27, 2025.