Perspective
I stepped over the edge
slipped on fear-pebbles.
They bounced and tumbled
into the yawning canyon
plip-plopping into the river
below
I soared
on the warm updraft of confidence
until I squinted down
and crashed
on rocks of doubt
I limp in the valley
of shame
surrounded by
heckling coyotes
laughing hyenas
wishing I could
crawl back to my nest
and hide
though gangly,
my feet and feathers
are much too big now
my nest is too narrow
I look up
A new precipice invites me
beneath a witness of stars
I'm climbing now.
I will ascend until I taste
the pure air of perspective
I will consider the white clouds I floated on
the blue sky I dove through
the fading jet-trail I wrote
in big gauzy letters
of faith
Will I step over the edge
and fly again?
I'm surprised I even tried
I never knew I had wings
Maybe
I just need
more practice
