• I feel the wind blow through my hair
    The view from the roof is spectacular
    People stroll beneath me as they travel to their destinations
    None bother to look up at the clear sky

    What is it like
    to be stuck on the ground?
    Unable to feel weightless
    as you dive through the moist clouds?

    Do they feel gravity weighing them down?
    Is that why they so often stumble and fall?
    Do they feel the need to fly?
    Is that the reason they look to the stars?

    Are they lost?
    Or do they simply choose to wander about
    trusting their own two feet to guide them?
    I don’t understand

    I stretch my wings
    Enjoying the feel of the air move through the white feathers
    I look once more to those who walk on the ground
    I can’t help but wonder

    Can they be taught
    to see the world as the angels see it?
    To reach beyond the stars
    without fear of gravity pulling them back down?

    Patience, a voice whispers to me
    They can be taught
    All they have to do
    Is listen