wings

Flying overhead, I survey the landscape

not attached to outcomes, yet I know I will have to land

some places are on fire, some are under water

some are calm and quiet. 

where can I be the most helpful?

where can I do the best work?

trees may obscure the view and 

the ocean covers the ocean bed

there is always the dying, there are always the dead

my wings are getting tired, but I cannot decide

Spirit is still invisible, and it feels in vain that I tried

whatever I avoid will find me someday

There is no reason to hide

following the waves on the calmest shore

in and out with the tide

giving up and giving in 

since these choices still keep me stuck

and hoping for the best of luck