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.

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