Here is our first contribution to the blog. Bryan Morrison is a client of The Passage, and has previously contributed to Writes of Passage (see: Issue #15)
"I Thought I Could Fly"
I thought that I
Could fly
Without wings
On my own
Even a bird
Would not
Be such a fool.
Can a man
Be satisfied
When he knows
His own field
Like the back
Of his hand,
When he knows
Every stone?
A beetle rolls
A ball
Of dung
Towards its home
A scorpio
Is cursed to kill
And die alone.
If a snake should break
Its poisoned fang,
Then it must starve
And wither
and die.
I thought that I
Could fly.
Bryan Morrison and Antonio (from Portugal)
