Breathless
It’s easy enough to take the firmament
for granted. If you thought
you could lose it
you might go crazy.
Leaving home is like that.
You feel freer than a cloud,
surprised at every turn,
and often bitter solitude
in spite of the new colors around you.
Familiarity is constraining,
but is also a scaffold.
Quite contrary, but then again
what might a fish say if
cast into the air?
He might say, I can’t breathe!
He might say, I can fly!