Flight
Flight
by Lady Quill
As a child I could fly
I raced clouds and chased the rain
I helped Superman turn
Turn back time
Turn back our hearts
I flew a crooked path, stumbling
my way to small feats
A bumbling heroism
sweeter for its faults
Still in love with Earth.
As I grew I watched others fly.
Sam who loved America
but couldn't stand by
as we burn.
Angels performing stunts
Turns and twists at marvelous speeds
I dreamt of shooting through the sky.
The shuttle which carried my dreams,
my thoughts beyond the tiny house,
the small room,
the Earthbound life.
Long since I was a child,
I must re-learn the gifts of flight
Not just to watch
Not to appreciate
But to take up the will
To understand again the majesty of clouds
and speed and heaven given eyes
reluctant to return to Earth.
To don again the cape
And have no fear
of leaping, of falling, of failing.
The broken and ungainly flight
lacking grace yet wholely blessed
Is still a feat of truth
a hero's journey
a cry of faith and fear alike into the void.
Grace and fear
Floating and crashing
Only to fly again
Ephemeral moments of utter glory.
Copyright © Lady Quill | Year Posted 2020
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