Could it possibly be
A cliff hangar
She jumped
In what felt
Like
A free fall
The feint of art
Closing their eyes
Thinking this only is
For the birds
Or perhaps angels
Or butterflies borne by the wind
For life is never a breeze
Fore the heavy
Thinking
Too much
Wait
Never suspect
Beyond
A cruel goad
Only trying
Too flutter me
Amid fleeting heir
In the grip
Of only that
Which can be
Grasped by wings
Feeling confidant
Enough
To be
Sow fly
This poem is about the lightness of heart and soul to take off in life. This poem is also about the courage needed to let the seemingly ethereal stuff of life lift us up. Our highest hopes can offer a birds-eye view of what is often a harsh landscape. A higher perspective can reveal paths and possibilities outside of the realm of those anchored only in concrete reality. Plus, flying can be real fun and absolutely invigorating. May you find flight for your dreams and be a beacon for those looking for a way.
