Falling
Falling off last night’s dream
I wanted to be caught by the thickening air,
like my hand out the car window
speeding down the interstate.
The chickadee near my garden feeder
does this instinctively. She
steps off the branch,
– drops –
instantly gains speed,
wings catching the denser air …
But I must learn it again and again,
letting go to falling,
– trusting –
becoming so hollow-boned
that I can extract the weight of doubt,
lightening my soul enough to fly.
by Tom Snell – February 11, 2005
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