Breaking Away

I think you will understand this, My Friends,
even if I do not explain it very well,
so I am going to try and put it in to words.

This morning, as Lady Daisy and I were walking just after dawn, I looked up and saw a white bird
- a gull perhaps-
I am not sure.

It was flying all alone.


Its wings were moving with purpose.


It was heading Northwest.

What was it looking for?
Was it fearful of all that open sky ahead or exhilarated?
Was its heart beating resolutely, or were there second thoughts?|

Flying to or flying from? I do not know.

All alone in that endless sky...moving...moving....moving forward and never looking back

and never looking down.

All I could do was watch
Feet firmly planted as though in cement
and wonder if I could ever be that brave.