Is the sky the limit?

Distance only knows, the time

it takes from here to where.

Migratory patterns obvious

in the sounds of Spring.

Renewal and revitalization as familiar

up above as here on Earth.

We know our place

when we arrive. Obvious patterns,

our familiar ways, we settle into

the consolation and inspiration

of our longer warmer days.

© 2026 j.g. lewis

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