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.
