To The Skies

I start to write
Then inspiration
Takes flight
Like startled birds
Maybe ducks
Or pheasants

If I could
I’d have a brace
To save face
Fashion a verse
About something
Pleasant

But the birds
That are words
Have escaped
The only way
To capture them
Would be to fly

Ridiculous
I know
But if I will it
I could let go
Of this Earth
Take to the sky

To the sky
Of untold paragraphs
Of boundless images
To the sky
Of defining allusions
And genius analogies

But I’m left staring
At the page
No bird
Or word landing
For me to capture
And cage