When the World Grew Wings - Full
There once came a day
when the world took flight
('twas only a handful
who gaped at the sight)
For when she spread her wings
so few could believe;
and fewer still
could keep alive the dream,
that had awakened for all to see.
Galileo Galilei took center stage,
as we flipped through yet another page
of shocking discovery.
But poor Gally, took to fame,
an a pedestal so lonely;
and far from raising eyebrows only,
questions also, were being raised.
Like what happened to her perch
when she flew across the star laden sky?
Did not everyone's heart give a lurch
as we kissed that lovely fowl goodbye?
No longer a disc with perilous edges
that sat lackadaisically on God's thumb.
She instead became a turquoise marble
dancing circles around the sun.
Without a single drop to spritz Saturn,
she held her oceans marvelously intact.
Though quite unknowingly, in performance
all along. Einstein, nonetheless, dissected the task.
Copernicus and his daring gang were all the rage,
but it wasn't kind to the long-dried ink of a holy page.
For you see, when this our humble home took wings,
rather than elated - the world became sore afraid,
exclaiming, "Who let her loose? I'll have his head in a noose!"
And rather than let her try her feathers, they kept Earth in a cage
(Maya Angelou, God rest her soul, would be dismayed)
For five centuries prior
so few could admire
how beautifully she flew
beyond heaven's blue!
Nietzsche grabbed a shovel and began to dig.
Others tagged along and said, "Make it double!"
As the world gained a freedom it ne'er had before
(but who could have known what was in store?)
Far beyond the wars, that ensued shortly after
that disco ball was plucked from the rafters
of God's domain. (some dared to claim
that disco wasn't the only thing
gasping for breath). As the doubts began to linger
of magic and her validity;
we spewed words of such acidity,
for no longer a yo-yo tied to a deity's finger,
we reclaimed our rightful crowns with rigor,
taking back the earth for ourselves
(that beautiful globe upon the shelf)
Who cut the string?
and who clipped her wings?
(the wings, that is, of my heart
in mourning for my Everything)
Why when she flew,
did she leave me feeling blue?
Finding out her annual circuit
I ask, was it worth it,
when tied to her leg
was a World-view
in which my heart was glued?
YES!
A thousands times YES!
Did you not see her soar through azure space?
Nor catch a glimpse of her beautiful face?
Could a moment such as this be replaced?
As we flip through yet another chapter and verse
of boldface discovery far from terse.
History will never be the same
as we come to this nebulous new age;
But know this my friends ...
... the ink is far from dried upon the page.
Rather it has taken a detour into our veins,
through our bones, and through our fingers
- bellowing out our mouths like an opera singer!
Watch as the melody rains
upon every doubter's parade.
Yes, the world took her wings
letting rest the charade
of her former statuesque.
But far from burying magic and her wonder,
every single time we stop to ponder,
it is MAGIC we continue to uncover.
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