Flight

Like a signet clear in blue turquoise,
The summer haze of sky was bright.
On and on at a steady level,
Came a ribbon of geese...in flight.

The horizon made a pathway,
Broken only by a honker's mouth.
A formation chiseled into the air,
Eyes singled to the south.

Strong wings beat...to bear them on,
Their goal was a moving force.
Instinct rose within their breast,
And bore them ever on their course.

Humans are we...with precept,
In flights that bring unrest.
Life's purposes take us forward,
In search for that great quest.

Always...we look for a landing,
As we divinely seek and implore.
T'is on the heights of currents,
That we'll vision that beautiful shore.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

Marshall Miller over City of Rocks National Reserve, southern Idaho.