aerodynamics

i. the guardian

your wings are warm and wide

they circle the nest, cover it, envelop it

Security. 

you tell us someday, the wings will be gone, 

nothing to separate us from the sky and air and the fall

Alone.

Free. 

Terrifying.

but words exist and evaporate

(promises, promises…)

while walls of wings remain.

ii. the fledgling

my wings have just come in. 

they are imperfect, there are still feathers left to grow

peering over the edge, I can see so far.

Possibility. 

I tell you someday I’ll be out and gone, 

nothing to tether me back from  the sky and the air and the fall

Alone.

Terrified. 

Free. 

but the passage of time is too slow and not fast enough. I’m running out.

I wonder how far I have to fall before I float

(soon, one day soon…) 

and if the pain of the 

                                  drop                                    rise

      is worth the eventual