Unfinished Flight


Last night, I slept out of doors

For the memory of my California youth

Pleasures and protection, and the subtle

Taste of salt rising off the bay

In my lungs as I slept.


I crossed America in the afternoon

Hard to port as Lasquiti’s shade 

Slipped over the horizon of my day

A floor of clouds floating above 

The majesty of mountains with their streams

And endless green or yellow fields of dreams, home

To the invisible, invincible, men and women

Who are the spirit of freedom.

 © Philip Knight 2018