The Seeds of Flight

When I think of the fondest dreams I've ever had, they are always reveries of flight.

Above my childhood neighborhood I soar (even still!)

higher than the trees

atop the rooves of sleepy Pennsylvania

on my way to something better

Sometimes I wonder if the beauty, grandeur and ache of those very dreams

propelled me to big places like New York City

and Los Angeles...

were they perhaps the seeds of my flight?

Did the dreaming give courage to the waking girl?

I suppose I will never really know for sure

the way none of us can

about anything, really,

but I have a hunch that in those lucid, rapid-eye moments of wonder

there were kernels planted

Right in the heart of me.

Some seeds and wings of your very own,

in the METAL SHOP later today.

xoxo,

Allison