Flying

No one ever told you

you couldn’t.

What wings that must give you!

 

To know you can never fail.

To trust that if you do

if you fall from the sky

someone – or something –

will catch you.

 

Maybe, I wonder,

do you ever think,

“I can’t.” ?

 

Or perhaps you don’t care.

You do for you.

What makes you happy.

A whim.

Something to pass the time.

Another venue to leave your mark.

 

How far we might soar

if we didn’t think of falling.

If flying wasn’t the point.