Wise I

Poem By Amiri Baraka

I can walk,
I can swim.
I can run–
On a whim.
But I dream,
Of flying in the sky.
In the air,
Up so high.
Not a plane,
Nor thing known.
Just myself–
Me flying all alone.
Just a wish;
Just a dream.
But in time that’s to come,
Is a gleam.
For Jesus will soon come,
In the air I’ll soar.
Oh what joy!
Earthbound no more!

Comments about Wise I

Really like this. A really great poem. A good write. May i invite you to read my new poen called, For Paul Blackburn. Its a true story.

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