Tag Archives: Flight

WOULDN’T IT BE NICE

Wouldn’t it be nice
if you went out with your instructor one morning
and the blue foothills sky was full of white puff ball clouds

And you smiled at each other
and began to play in and out of their magic
of shadows and light

And it felt as much lighter than air
as air is lighter than earth

And the hour took moments and forever
and the silence and awe followed you back
and he wouldn’t even take your money for the ride

Now I know it’s not legal to fly in clouds like that
so I’m not exactly saying that it happened

But wouldn’t it be nice

Neil Meili, Zen Cowboy Poet, Photo ©Carolyn Meili

THE COWBOYS THE PILOTS AND POETS

The Cowboys, the Pilots and Poets
The girls they say love them all

For the pilots have an air of the danger
of those who can die if they fall

While a poet’s crushed-petal scent
reflect all their beauty and pain

And a cowboy has a feel of the open
and a smell we won’t speak of again

Maybe the pilots help them feel
life’s edge of purest blue
While the poets act as mirrors
to depths they never knew

And the cowboys oh the cowboys
can touch them where it hurts
And they’ve got those fast
snap button shirts