Poems

Sonnet VI: Progress

On wings of burnished steel I calmly fly
Sedately gazing at the world below
So sure that laws of physics will apply
And convey me safely to all I know

For untold ages poets gazed on high
And sighed at what could only be a dream
Perceiving in the eagle's fearsome cry
The rending sound of Icarus's scream

And now I sit and hurtle through the sky
Visions no more but merely tools of work
So common that I do not question why
This miracle would bore a common clerk

So now are all things that made men wonder
As flights of fancy are torn asunder

posted by Dan Wilson @ 3:22 PM