IF I Could Fly

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

If I could fly up in the sky

I would fly high, oh my, oh my.

I wouldn’t be shy high in the sky

I’d try real hard and kiss the sky

If I could fly up in the sky

I would say bye if I could fly

I’d leave earth behind and soar real high

I’d find some small and lonely bull’s eye

And fly over it and give an ugly black eye

When I fly high I have no alibi

I lose my taste for apple pie

I pass with ease a butterfly

When I fly high up in the sky

I heard some words from a very sad guy

He was earthbound and I sky high

I buzzed nearby and heard him cry

Can I fly high up in the sky?

And I said as I blew by

Grab onto my long green flannel neck tie

I’ll pull you high up in the sky

We’ll soar and glide and by and by

We’ll see Shanghai and old Versailles

So away we flew just us, we two

The air turned cold and we turned blue

We flew and flew, a storm did brew

We spied a pot, it was full of stew

So down we dipped and sipped the brew

And with bellies full, our flying was through

Vacation

A Prose Thought

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

Vacation – the long anticipated

The fast moving train while experiencing it;

The fond memory after you return

We took a twelve-day vaca recently.

I allowed myself permission not to create

After returning I wondered if creativity had abandoned me.

It turns out creativity needed a vacation also.

So after the time warp unsettled my body

And I allowed, yes allowed my body’s clock to reorient

Indeed, creativity is returning,

And so is a sense of balance and adjustment back

I love vacations.

I love the moments away from the daily moments

And I love settling back into what was the normal

And I look for the fresh eyes with which to do normal