Wings are still and feather delicately lay, one on top of the other; resting at last.
Perched with grace; looking down and all around, drinking in this magnificent moment.
Knowing the time to fly will come again, but courageously taking a moment to pause… to feel… to see…
Clarity
settles in.
Memories of mountains and the whispers of winds not yet tasted beckon and call…
I listen carefully.
Mother Earth down below; an unbroken promise; I know she will catch me. Father Sky; all around; I know he will hold me.
I unquestionably feel for a moment more.
Open sky… Courageous heart… With instinct and with
Direction
once again
I fly