Learning to Fly

Because sometimes you just have to close your eyes and leap:

Learning to fly

without wings was difficult.

But what could I do?

God didn’t see fit to give me wings

though I was born with the desire

to fly. In my dreams flying was easy.

But who wants to sleep

all the time? I don’t

even sleep every day.

Some days

I stand on my tiptoes

stretching, trying to reach

the summit of my dreams. Defeated

I sometimes collapse

on the ground. I

want to fly. I do.

One night while sitting

on the porch

swatting away night creatures

my son looked away from the moon

and into my eyes and told me that he

wanted to fly too. “Will I have to die,”

he asked, “before I’ll be able to fly?”

There was no answer to give

his question other than to tell him to

close his eyes. With our eyes closed

we pressed our toes to the ground

used our weight

to lift up off the ground.

Flying hasn’t been difficult since.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind