My wings spread, feathers brushing the dust away from the flight path. Goggles down, I cast my gaze ahead and jump. Wind tears at me; a gale. It flurries up, causing my momentum to surge off course. The tick of the second hand on my pocket watch counts the moments I plunge down — the sound a boom, cannon blasts in my head. The updraft catches me in her firm hold, clasping me tight against her bosom, correcting my flight. She deposits me on the take off platform where I started, urging me to try again. We all have to fly by ourselves at some point.
Tag: try
Mountain climbing
I can see the top of the stairs.
It doesn’t look far.
Just like a mountain doesn’t look that tall
until you stand
by its roots
gazing up at the sheer
enormity
of it, and all your hopes
skitter off along the horizon,
with barely a wave goodbye.
But I know I’m not facing a mountain.
I’m facing fifteen rectangular boxes
stacked vertically yet veering forwards
to create an upwards path.
Should I convince myself,
yet again,
that my wasted muscles will let me walk
to the top?
I don’t know.
Maybe I should just tackle
the stairs like a mountain –
my mountain –
and climb.
I think I could do that.
If I try.
