POEM: How Far a Soul Flies

I cloned your soul
and put it in a jar.
Sometimes I take it out
but it never goes far.
If, someday, a wind should catch it.
There’d be no way for me to catch it.
It’d ride the wind
and rise up to the sky.
And we’d finally see
how far a soul can fly.

By B Gourley in Poetry, poem on January 25, 2018.