The expanse of an open wing, the area that it encompasses
Is a stride toward a freer and an open future
When I see these birds, I long for that flight
Sometimes short and sometimes far in the cliffs
Where the distance does not size up to success or failure
But the experience and the joy is simply gratifying
I don’t know what they see from that distance both short and
long
Low and high
I don’t care as long as everyone has a space to jaunt and
revel in their own selves
The whiteness of sky or the bright hue around
Something in which the spirit can soak and feel refreshed
