joy of flying

who would i be

without the thought

"i need..."

i'd be free to fly

to glide

to manuever easily

all around the world of my mind

without obstacles

clear sailing

clear thinking

no port

where i got stuck

no quicksand

to get sucked into

no hot dry desert

without a drink of water

no hot coals

or bed of nails

just

lots

of sky

clear

blue

sunny

and fluffly clouds

on which to rest

and rain from which to drink

all of it free

for the taking

in ever abundant supply

for this now

infinite space

in which to zip around

float

leap

and play

no hard places

to bump my head

or bruise my knees

just whole-hearted

support

and glee

for the sheer joy

of flying