Grounded

the crows outside my window
know I feed
my dog at 8 a.m.

every morning they show up
to nibble the
leftover kibble and laugh at

the grounded little lives we
choose inside the
worry, the routine, the glass

prisons we call home, cars,
restaurants, and offices,
never learning to fly free

Come fly with me

You came to me and stood by my side.
With the wind on our faces
we spread our arms wide like wings
and soared to the places we'd dreamed of.



Carry on Tuesday #139 - Come Fly with Me


I love this prompt. The words were famously sung by Frank Sinatra, but my take took me to a more Rumi-inspired place.