If I Could Fly
If I could fly, I don't think I'd go as far as the moon. I might play among the clouds along the mountain tops disappearing in the mist so as not to spoil the view. I could return to the place where I once grew but probably not because sometimes it's best not to re-visit there. There's always trips to Greece or London where my memories often fly without me. Yet they would not be the same as they were as I am not what I used to be. Perhaps I'd just soar and glide catching the wind currents like a hawk in search of prey. It would be wild to have that point of view.
I know that taking off from home would only be bittersweet. I would always be looking back toward it, toward where the nestling down is easy and the leave-taking not necessary. The part of me that wants to fly has been grounded by the contentment of setting smaller goals. Flight may offer freedom and adventure but no more than watching the breeze toy with the leaves on a familiar tree.
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