Never Exit The Sky

birds born in midair
never exit the sky
what had no beginning
has no real ending
you can drag the bottom
forever
finding or finding not
searching for that body
..but by which satisfies as an explanation
buys you only time
will never satisfy
and by time you are not made smooth by
not like the stone you hide in your hand
its never been a relief
to just die
or to be the thing you are born to
...however
this one morning
the birds fly lower and closer
than they had ever flown before.

by tom mc quade

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yes I am back again to read this poem, it's just made a mark somewhere in my heart, Miss you Tom.
I keep coming back to read this delectable poem. thank you, Liz.xx
Dear Tom, you fabulous wordsmith, I came back to revisit your poems, I love this one, it speaks to the soul. Please write more! Liz.x
'what had no beginning has no real ending' RAB
love this poem... eternity in each moment, and in each line!