Striving, grasping, gasping for
frowning air, dangled by fate’s flighty feathers;
enticing wings of doomed, fortunate force:
Fly, fly, I say, fly away, free from all tethers.
Fly away, my children, fly into uncertainty’s armpit
from where, without restraint, you can tickle fate
even to the point of death…if you deem it fit.
Fly into the mysterious dimpled cloud – don’t be late.
Fly into the shrouded apparition crouched
over in a shawl of mystery in the distant yonder.
Fly bravely my children- you don’t need to be coached
Fly, fly, I say fly away, and be part of nature’s wonder
Kap©2018
