I Once Knew How To Fly

When I was a boy I learned to fly in my dreams. At first I would strain to will myself a few inches from the ground. In later dreams it took less will to keep myself aloft. Over a period of years and many dreams, I learned to sore with ease above the trees, wind in my face, and cares somewhere below waiting for my return. In middle age, I now wonder how long its been since my last flight.

submitted by Douglas L. Sigler
Charlotte, North Carolina, USA
November 1997

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