I wonder how it feels to fly.
I wonder if it feels like when
I leapt into the blue expanse
above the lake, and hung there for
an instant, in-between the rise
and fall.
The sky above was blue;
the water blue below; and far,
far off the mountains faded blue
in a distant haze.
Is that how it feels for a bird?
Is life for them a series
of moments in suspension— punctuated
by the occasional flap of a wing—
in which they glide through a hazy blue
world centered on their being?
That’s how I felt that day.
For a moment I hung inside
a bright blue marble, and the world
had wrapped it’s substance all around
my soul, and I and sky and wind
and lake and mountain one became.
But then the moment ended,
and I crashed into the water,
and it took my breath away.
I wonder how it feels to fly.
I wonder how it feels to leap
and never, never fall.
Oh wow – I loved this so much! I really felt this. Well done!
Excellent. It flowed like a wind was carrying your words effortlessly. Loved the imagery.