Even Flight Poem by Amos Greig

Twilight the even' flight,
Soars,
Dives,
Flows,
Above us as we are enthralled by winding sirens,

Our journey gridlocked over water's edge,
While the even' flight,
Soars,
Dives,
Flows,
Around us beckoning ‘freedom' we slump behind the wheel.

Ground down into paste by the detritus of a journey halted;
Laughing at our misery the even' flight,
Soars,
Dives,
Flows,
below us reflected in the water crystallized.

Through the water doorway into Irish mythology, knowledge turns (to) bitter tears'
Locked between worlds the even' flight,
Soars,
Dives,
Flows,
Above us as we slowly painfully creep forward.

Chained to progress I dream of freedom swooping on invisible wings joining the even' flight;
Soars,
Dives,
Flows,
Above, around and below the tyrants free to choose, to cross the threshold.