As the Crow Flies

I've figured out
that you can't measure
the distance
friendship bridges
as the crow flies

there are no miles
to be eaten by
air and feathers
just time

and those black wings
know nothing
of hours ahead
or hours behind

when it's midnight here
and you are eating
breakfast there
you can draw
a straight line
from my heart
to yours
that no map can trace

measureless distances
caught between wing beats
that can deliver a letter
with perfect timing

funny to think
that I feel
closer to you now
than I ever have
before

Don McGonigal
October, 2005