Soaring Toward the Unknown
My flying was more like gliding.
The wind was warm, light, lithe.
Perfect day to soar.
I flew higher than I had ever flown.
Passing all of my favorite perches,
waved goodbye to my regular places.
No fear as I headed past
Picked up speed.
Climbed upwards rapidly
A tiny bit of anxiety entered
as I realized I was over an ocean.
Water all around me,
You’re got this, a calm voice said.
Inside my head.
Completely trusting my inner dialogue.
He has never let me down.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019