2010 -- 3.1 (Fall) Poetry

The Flight

Your ankles did not birth feathers
like those of the messenger Mercury.
Your shoulder blades did not break open
to allow the emergence
of angel-esque wings.
Yet you have taken flight.

Like a glittering constellation,
Your proud proclamation
of self
lights you from within.
It has propelled you up high,
Where you can defy
every scientific rule.
Look down and see the world
grow smaller beneath you.

They sky is not the limit,
it is simply your highway
to destinations,
near and far,
farther and farthest.

Life is not a race,
it’s not about
that ribbon snapping across your chest.
It’s the journey,
it’s all those moments you stop to breathe,
and it’s all the stops in between.

It’s the flight.

by Taylor Meredith