The other bird am I. I belong to nobody, <br />I don’t wake up and depart just to fetch food, <br />and then get back to sleep and wake up anew. <br /> <br />It’s a disgrace for me to falter and stall in the air. <br />I insist on trying that trembling difficult curve, <br />to glide low, to set higher then to palpitate. <br />When I fall I learn my wings how to support me, <br />how to overpass any monotony and the vertigo. <br />Even hungry, I’m healthy with what I learn; <br />What matters is the flight, higher or deeper. <br /> <br />The other bird am I; they have problem to believe me <br />when I tell ‘the stomach sticks you drowsy on ground’. <br /> <br />Yet, who believed Leonardo da Vinci that would fly? <br />Or the paralyzed physicist who flies with his eyelashes? * <br />Have I my wingy Doultsinea to believe in me and then <br />I can borrow the imagination of heaven for my vision. <br /> <br />Believe and fly: the wings that dare are the winners. <br />And do warble: is the divine way for you to breathe. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© JosephJosephides<br /><br />Joseph S. Josephides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-other-bird/
