Six Miles High
© 2015 Rolland G. Smith
I see the earth from miles’ high
Against the norm of common sense.
It happens every time I fly
And see the planet thus condense.
I ask the question from my perch
Why is it we can't get along?
The answer perks from soulful search;
It's inward where all truths belong.
I oft look there in silent time
And know there is a mystic lock
That opens minds to what's sublime,
Though many see an opaque frock.
It's just a curtain, I declare
And all are able if they choose
To push it free from everywhere.
A few will try, but most refuse.