My weighty webs were waterlogged and
I scratched my way up onto a mossy chunk of shore
Limp in the sun I lay,
Light drizzling down upon me,
Lungs gulping for the globs of air that,
Being less, were somehow more,
And when I jumped--a mighty jolt--
I knew that I was soaring
Beyond new worlds and heavens
At least I felt alive...
Then...strangely now reluctant
I turned back to the mill pond
For one last splash--a friendly slap
I didn't dare to dive!
I am thinking how nice it is to soar, how heading earthward can feel disappointing...How awesome it would be to be a bird and know earth, air, and sky.
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