Wings To My Flight Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

A quarter of a million people
read my poetry last year

Five hundred thousand eyes,
five hundred thousand ears

I write every day with the
humble knowledge of this

To offer some solace,
to be never remiss

They guide me much more
than they ever will know

To help form the words
that keep me in tow

I feel like I know them
when I write late at night

As they call through the darkness
—giving wings to my flight

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: May,2019)