Do I Warrant Any Faith In My Wings? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Like these terns, aerobatics in the sky
How can my broken heart and I migrate?
Whereupon the horizon can I fly?
Leave these briny tears and hope to rehydrate.
Firmly turn my back from this terra firma.
Do I take to wing and fire my slings
& arrows and leave on my own, inertia?
Do I warrant any faith in my wings?
Do I take leave of this static air?
Breathe over fresh, new, warm waters uncharted.
Or do I forget my despair?
And trudge back to my quarters heavyhearted.
Or like these terns that leave, never look back.
On them seasoned love affairs out of whack.