I Learned To Fly
Teetering over the edge of a mountain,
Envisioning how it might feel to fly.
Lessening awareness of my surroundings,
Focused on birds as they swim through the sky.
Into the depths of the darkness beneath me,
Loose bits of rock make their final descent.
Tectonic coincidence or completely,
Organised like a well-structured event?
Good timing plausible yet still unlikely,
That on the very day of the appointment,
The rocks that fell were beneath and beside me.
I learned to fly as a final enjoyment.
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