Claiming the Wind

Perhaps tomorrow it will rain,
and the cold wind will cut to the bone.
But today the sun shines
unseasonably warm
and the air is still
and we can fly, able to see horizons
that are invisible
except for those who claim
every warm current
that rise under their wings.

About this poem. 

A love poem. A faith poem.

The picture was taken Saturday, over the quarry.

Tom