WHY GO ANYWHERE?

Let the words fly up
Circling the ideas
That drift across the sky
Caught in the airy rivers of God's mind.
A flight of black fonts in blue air.
Let the words drift
Let them dance into the past until they disappear.

Is there any more glorious way to travel?
Is there anything more surprising, more exalting, more mysterious,
Than watching your words
So frail and small flying out of yourself into the sky?
Think it. Say it. Write it.
Oh, my beloved sweet airborne English.

John Weil