Fly - part III

Flying

I dig my toes into the soft earth
unfurl my newgrown wings
bend at the knees
lean my face into the prevailing winds
with a gentle push of my toes against the edge of the cliff
I am soaring
I glide in a large circle
touch down beside you, several yards from the edge
“it’s easy” I say
I lift off once more
I take a running start
soon I have gained distance
far from my starting place
the view from this height is spectacular
the clouds invite me to perch for a moment of reflection
I fly alone now
strangely, not lonely
watching the world from my vantage point
discovering new ways to soar
exploring new continents
pondering new scenery
I pluck a feather
hold it high
searching for the right breeze
letting it go to drift only in your direction
to land at your feet
if you hold it to the light at just the right angle
you too
will discover the secret