Flying
I have no desire to fly anymore
Both literally and figuratively
The thought of strapping myself
Into a long metal tube
And igniting a fuse that
Sends me through the sky
With 300 strangers
Breathing recycled air
Most don’t have a care in the world
But all I can see are the dangers
Of falling 35,000 feet into
An inky black sea
There was a time I would have killed to fly
To be on a stage as
They chanted my name
But that day never came
And for that, I am grateful
I live in peace with myself
Teaching others a gift
And writing each day
And each day I persist with
No thought of fame or success
Okay
Maybe on occasion
Thoughts
I do like this little slice of the English coast. It reminds me of my place in the world.
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