President of the Challenged

Christopher Reeve

“I believe he can fly.
I believe he can touch the sky”
Like the geese in their autumn v’s
wing sounds underneath like scries
--scrying where he’d glow
as his body let him go.
An infection made in him
a runway for launching on.
He was superman for a season
So the contrast would make us reason
about life and death research
knowing the tenets of any church
are constructions of our mind.
Let us learn what we can find
as his soul is free from his chair
And the next stage for him is there.