Part of the Tatra Mountains, Poland.
Vola Come Un’aquila (Fly as an Eagle)
What could I tell you, human?
What could I say that would interest you?
You who rules the earth without thought,
with every capacity for endings
rather than beginings.
Ruled by your ego,
rather than presence to
all that could be.
And here I am
soaring above the clouds,
observing the snow topped pines,
without suitcase of ages past,
without concern for tomorrow,
for tomorrow doesn’t exist,
simply this moment that I fly into
is all that matters.
What could I tell you?
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: Volare from the Italian which stems from the Latin Volar – to fly, but which also derives from the Latin for Volatile.