They Say We Don’t Have Wings
 
I am the pivot where the world rotates.
I’ve come so deep, there is no day to view.
I am the stranger standing at the gates.
My heart tripped like a switch and brought me through.
 
My ordered mind was swept away,
and that was hard. My life’s rich stuff
reduced to ash, it would not stay.
Thus, I found God, or near enough.
 
They say a man’s no better than a dog
if he’s not on his own two feet. They say
a lot of things. They say
I cannot hope to win if I do not
 
compete. And I do not compete, I am
not a competitor. They say you only
live once. They say the air is for the birds –
we don’t have wings. They say we don’t have wings.

John Isbell
 
If you have any thoughts about this poem,  John Isbell would be pleased to hear them