Maiden flight

And when I stood, my bare toes curled
about the edge of the wind
blown roof, perched there with the crumbling cement
adding its grit to my own resolve, I watched

a seagull as it rose towards me, spiraling
upwards and past on an updraft,
and then as if it chose to step from a ride, yawed
into the wind and soared away. And I changed

my mind about jumping. I decided instead
to step off the ledge and fly,
fly wherever the air would deliver me,
be it to earth, to the sky, to heaven.

(c) 2013 Slush Poet