Flight

I do not shrink 

In fear of inadequacy 

No. It is that I am other 

And my energies consumed 

And there is no weightless 

Or ease for me 
 

Who could think

I can belong there

And be wished for

In bright places so full of light

And vitality
 

Do I not better subsist

In solitude and closed in silence

Where my bound existence can be

Without having to be seen

And where no one will mind
 

How should I know

If when I let that frail wing 

From beneath the shell

If it will catch the wind

And how long it will carry me?