Bringing into being

You don’t need a place to stand.
If nobody gives you one
just take flight and kick your heels to boast your transcendence.
Now lean one arm down and bank into the wind—
you will encounter new climes.
Let those who fought over the ground enjoy their dominion,
because they have cut off their chance to fly.

Identity—a gift, a command, a revelation, a medium perhaps
in which you float without sensing the halo.

Remember that the fledging you cup quivering in your hand
Does not belong to you.
It placed itself in your care.
Probably by accident.
You are not free to put it down,
but if you feed it,
it may leap into the air,
and others will take it on themselves.

Andy Oram
January 11, 2018

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