and then,

I looked skyward,

and knew that was where I belonged.

though my body is flightless, my spirit is not.

the whole of the heavens and of the earth,

and the whole of the animal kingdom,

and all that it is worth,

exists in the hearts of every man and every woman.

that potential is like a caged bird,

and the opening of the heart

is the spreading of its wings,

its freedom.

how funny is it 

how one can live 

day, after day, after day,

without truly seeing…

and, today, as the eye of the sky blinked open,

with the Sun, its brilliant pupil, glaring down from the heavens,

so too were my eyes truly opened,

for the first time. 

I learned that fear is the shutting of the eye,

and wonder

is its opening.

I learned of the sights that await

when we simply

awake