I can see in myself wings as I feel them

I can see in myself wings as I feel them, a photo by Ali Crehan on Flickr.

A soft grey rainy day in Scituate that ended warmer than it started. Another day where everything went sideways and where a walk near the water, any water, reminded me of the immovable graces all around.

Tomorrow another leap towards spring as the temperatures rise and the sun emerges. Bring it on.



If I had wings no one would ask me should I fly
The bird sings, and no one asks her why.
I can see in myself wings as I feel them
If you see something else, keep your thoughts to yourself,
I'll fly free then.