I may not yet be a fledgling
but I feel I’m being nudged  –
nudged to pry my feet out from the nest hold,
nudged to see what these wings
may be able to do

What would it be to let go
of all these dependences  –
what would it be to learn to lean
on other ones – the principles of flight,
the currents in the air,
the still untested nature
of my design?

Great parent of us all,
You who know and own
the heart of all of us –
guide me in my tiniest of hops
from branch to branch and upward,
till I find the sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 6, 2021