Never Land



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

embracing trees

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

And then…

I’d fall, drifting on a bend

cutting air and sky in a dare of adventure

heart bursting

coat rippling

I would never land.


Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, September 21, 2017.

Image: Sailing by Rodolfo Mari from Unsplash.