The dream, once frequent, now recurs no more;
I flew at will; stretched arms, and effortless
Went air-borne; and above the tediousness
Of dreary home-town scenes dreamt I could soar.
Confidence all. Belief opened the door;
I can do this; no tiresome fussy mess
Of flight checks, fuelling up; I just address
The sky; my dismal schoolyard distant floor.
But earthbound now, the everlasting pull
Of gravitas asserts itself; for me
No hope to soar again; sharp once, now dull;
Sea level not so bad though, or to be
Set on old dirt and ancient stone. I mull
The options. Guess I’ll have to wait and see.