POEM: To Be, Sow Fly

Could it possibly be
A cliff hangar
She jumped
In what felt
Like
A free fall
The feint of
Closing their eyes
Thinking this only is
For the birds
Or perhaps angels
Or butterflies borne by the wind
For 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 and to take off in .  This poem is also about the needed to let the seemingly ethereal stuff of lift us up.  Our highest hopes can offer a birds-eye view of what is often a harsh landscape.  A higher can reveal paths and possibilities outside of the realm of those anchored only in concrete .  Plus, flying can be real fun and absolutely invigorating.  May you find flight for your and be a beacon for those looking for a way.

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