Friend hawk, play that current
for both of us.
Circle high and gently drift with grace.
View the richness
of the country side.
I so envy you.
Pity me with
feet glued to the ground.
I will fly,
if you but tell me how.
Who taught you to fly?
Did you know
you could learn?
Can you remember
not knowing how?
And did you know fear?
Can you learn to fly
when thinking about it?
Or did you just fly?
If I am to learn from you,
you need
to tell me these things.
Do you remember crashing
on the first flight?
What did your parents
say when you crashed?
Now you fly without effort.
Flying is a part of you.
You are flight.
But how did you learn?
Can you teach me?
I too want to fly
and gently glide.
If I am to learn,
must I be a hawk?
To fly like you
I would change.
I wish to fly
more than to be what I am.
For there are heights where you circle
that I must achieve.
Or perhaps I must wait until I have
wings of my own.