I'm a pretty big fan of Carl Sandburg. I always felt everyone should have a favorite poet. After searching my high school text book, I found myself drawn to 'Limited' which was the first poem by Sandburg I ever read.
But one that stuck with me equally was 'Wingtip'.
The birds—are they worth remembering? Is flight a wonder and one wingtip a marvel? When will man know what birds know?
I feel like we are all trying to understand something we cannot experience. Have you ever had a flying dream? I remember almost all of mine so viscerally. Floating into the air and then guiding myself. It is clearly my body recalling the sensation of being underwater. But like a green screen of the mind, I have set a backdrop of tiny houses and the tips of oak trees to my maneuvers.
As I sit here and daydream. I want to know that feeling of flight. And the closest I get is getting to watch an idea birthed from my sponge manifest itself into something tangible.
I have been following my friend, Peter Zimmerman's blog The Screen Bum and he inspired me to go ahead and create a blog of my own. I have a lot of ridiculous random thoughts and here is as good a place as any to share them.
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