The Heart Stops

and I'm flying over fields of golden wheat as if I've always known how to use wings freed by eternity's wind, onward and onward toward a light that is. But, the wall looms tall and prevents me, for even such wings as these cannot attain that height, and I fall back into the beating heart of a mortal man. This poem was inspired by a near death experience my father had after a logging accident in the early 1970s