I wish I was a bird
soaring high above the world
sailing, spying, shading myself in the downy softness of clouds
stretching out my wings
feeling them shake and breathe under my feathers
gliding carefree, higher yet
until my tips were touched by the golden warmth of a near sun
I’d fall, drifting on a bend
cutting air and sky in a dare of adventure
I would never land.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, September 21, 2017.