A Poem by Ian Wright, 2020
*The following is creative expression. Please enjoy at your leisure. -IW*
I sit atop a great canvas.
Unbound by a far-reaching sight,
I struggle to hold the thrill within.
I want to leap out towards that furthering distance;
That mountainous euphoria.
I want to dance around a golden sun and sing to the swaying leaves.
Apart from the rest and yet not alone.
Myself I collect in memory jars and,
Hang them with painted twine from a delicate window.
Light brings life to the past
And with it, I shall understand again.
That which drove me; that which filled me with a surging fire
A great urge that once carried me onward.
And I prepared songs of my arrival,
And I control the passion in my heart,
And I belong with them all,
And I have landed amongst the light.