Friday, November 22, 2013

Freefall to Fly

It has been awhile since I have written without thinking if I have a "good" thesis or if the citation correct or trying to lucidly write more jabbering thoughts into coherence. So I take a five-minute break today and join with other writers at Lisa-Jo Baker's Blog. She gives the prompt; we feed the words.

Today: FLY
Go.

Safe. Secure. Planted tightly and neatly between cotton sheets and brick walls.

The baby bird falls from the nest and suddenly I am free-falling hoping break his fall.
But, I cannot break his fall. What he needs is to learn to fly on his own.

So flying behind him, trying to catch up, I fly scattered in a sky I have never been before.
One that I do not want to know.

But I follow close, strenuously strangling behind.
Then I sense stronger wings than mine beckoning me to hide under their shadow.

They lift me high and I fly straight and safe.
I am beside my fledgling and beckon him into the shadow with me.

It's his choice.

In free-falling we learn to fly.

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