Fledgling

Short swoops of comprehension

give me the exhilaration of flight,

my heart filled with sky and already,

even in the breath-catching pause

after the high,

the prospect of the next rush

is forming, small,

in my mind

I don’t have to remind myself

how to do this —

just have to go out and

do it again.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 8, 2015