Poetry

To Soar

I stand on a high hill
My past stretching out
Behind me
Before me
A vast cloudless blue sky
Full of new possibilities

I think of the fledgeling bird
As he takes his first flight
Does he wonder
If his wings will work?
Does he panic
Flapping furiously
Or does he
Stretch wings out wide
Dropping into their support
Gliding into the thermals
To soar!

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