How Does It Feel To Fly?

Sun through clouds, photo by Rachel B. Baxter

I had a dream that a great brown bird,
like an eagle or an overgrown mourning dove,
flew above our neighborhood in long sweeping ovals
as a homing pigeon does.
“How does it feel,” I asked him, “to fly?”
He said nothing, only landed softly upon the grass
and covered my children and I with his great wings.
I closed my eyes and imagined all the things I might do,
if only I could fly.

--

--

--

A few good stories, a thousand different versions. My dreams are written in form. Author of Mother Scorpion. http://rbbaxter.com

Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.

Recommended from Medium

Haiku blog

Deep Runs the River

Things I Have Thought

Words Mean Things

Prostitute

I would love

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Rachel B. Baxter

Rachel B. Baxter

A few good stories, a thousand different versions. My dreams are written in form. Author of Mother Scorpion. http://rbbaxter.com

More from Medium

He crossed my mind in my fantasy — Poem

Poems Of The Month #1

What is Wrong? What is Right?

Pain of Silence