I CAN FLY

I can fly
but nobody knows.
The trees look different.
So am I, when I fly.

I haven't flown much lately.
The desire is there.
I use to fly quite often
and it was remarkable.

It was easy.

It was exciting.
It was exhilarating.

To look from aloft;
It’s a stately set.
The scene is restrained.
The clouds stretch for cover.

If we all could fly
I'm sure it would change.
The world would look different
as we passed overhead.

I wish I could fly again.
Will the time come?
Maybe.
It's a matter of concentration.
Do I still have it?

If I want.

©August 12, 1993O Steve Lunsford