I wrote a poem of blue skies

when I realised

that the flapping

would be inevitable

that to live is to fly

and to fly is to fall

and that there there is nothing to do

save enjoy the view.

So,

that's how it was

and I fell

and then I fell too far

and wrote a poem of darkening

of a quickening

distorted view

as I realised

that for me

and for you

blue

is a life's test

a striving

an awakening mirage

to be grasped

and grasped

and grasped.

And,

that's how it is

and I fall,

and you fall too,

sometimes far

sometimes dark

but sometimes

also

bright, and, yes,

blue.

Our

wings tear through the air

we weave and move

the day is young

the sun is out

I'm falling free

with you