Fly (poem from the book Blue Bridge)

Delicate, / butterfly winged, / we vainly push against the sky, / each trying to find our place.

Yes, we are going to die, / let's not beat about the bush. / Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, / maybe even years from now.

Meanwhile, / we have someone who loves us, / someone to love. / Surely there is no need to hesitate.

Autore: Jay Woodman