Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself”, Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, “then you are a thousand years ahead of your time.”
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. “What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?”
A long silence, “Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anyone who wanted to discover it; that’s got nothing to do with time. We’re ahead of the fashion, maybe. Ahead of the way that most gulls fly.”“That’s something,” Jonathan said, rolling to glide inverted for a while. “That’s not half as bad as being ahead of our time”.
Richard Bach
Jonathan Livingston Seagull

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Sunday, January 5, 2014

Lost Youth

Here is a podcast of me reading this poem:

      

They all laugh, 
At nothing,  
Wonder at themselves.  

Why?  
Why don't they know? 
Why can't they see? 

They are young and lost, 
Frightened by things, 
They don't understand.  

Clinging to themselves, 
Just. 

Written during a period of homesickness, while in my Hall of Residnce at University in 1988