Flying

Many dream of flying

Many fly

Some take off and soar

Some take off and fly for a short while

Only to fall again

But some get up 

And run again

Again

And again

And again

Wings outstretched

Waiting for that one breeze

Tilting their wings

Trimming their feathers

And running

Like madmen

To catch the next upward breeze

Until the wind lifts them up

And then

For the briefest moment in time

They are soaring

Maybe not even that high

But they’re flying

They are flying

Flying

Soaring

There are those

For whom the take off is just too hard and the safety of the ground is easier to contemplate

Than the pain of the fall

They point their fingers at the crazies with their wings outstretched

They shake their heads

And they walk by

Because

They will never experience the rush under their wings 

And that 

one 

brief 

incredible 

moment 

of 

soaring