It was not about flying at all.
I climbed a mountain,
spread my wings and tried to soar.
The cat thought I was crazy
as I tumbled to the ground.
I was twenty then.
I did not know my power yet.
Life lingered on the cusp,
the old man shed his beard.
Tides ran their rhythms with the moon.
I idled away my life in snips and dreads,
always going the wrong way,
then doubling back.
I was forty then,
still turning pages to discover who I was.
I visited a Greek Garden once.
It was not in Greece.
I rushed home
to plant my seeds among the thorns.
The sparrows were dismayed
that Doric columns did not grow.
I was too old then.
Too many years had crumbled beneath my feet.
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She is the winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, and her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and 2021,” published by Sweetycat Press. She is the author of 13 poetry books. She lives in Delaware, USA and loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: Sparks of Calliope, The Closed Eye Open, Poetic Sun, Tangled Locks Journal, Wild Roof Journal, The American Writers Review, The Scribe Magazine, The Phoenix, Burningword Literary Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Silver Blade, Pomona Valley Review, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Fourth & Sycamore.
Website: annchristinetabaka.com
Linktree: linktr.ee/christinetabaka
I No Longer Hear You Sing
published by Impspired Magazine Press (2021)
available on Amazon.
