Free Flight

Can people be the sustenance of our life,
the very rocks upon which we stand and climb
the soil into which we dig and sow our gardens,
the shared air we breathe, in and out, in and out—
ether onto which we gaze and wonder

hearts openly sharing joy and happiness?

Can people be the sustenance of our life,

or must we cultivate our own grounding
rooted in self-love that ekes from within

our core, sprouting happiness outwardly
sustained in fertile seeds we plant and reap
toiling with vigilance the lone hours?

Can people be the sustenance of our life
or must we satiate our soul's desires alone
on our paths separately searching
or perhaps, just perhaps, along side
hand-in-hand with our beloved seeking theirs—
our paths converging in free-flight?

  Kat
25 January 2016