memories, Pan Am inspired,
I will not be a slave to me defined
or stories told by other.
Create a story new, the doorbells call, is joined
by calls of finch, chickadee, blue jay
winds of change
"girls do not pole vault" they said.
Yet fly they do, I see
them on my screen,
I will not be a slave.
How high do I dare fly?
Watch us they say, come join us now,
the flash of feathers old and new,
blue, yellow, brown, black grey.
I once could not, would not allow the call I knew. But was defined, by
stories told others, of who I was.
No more, come join me....
Heartfelt daring calling
it's all around, tap tap, ding dong,
Hear, hear it now.
Oh, take your pole and run and fly.
gkn july 23 2015