The Pole Vault

 Ding dong, ding dong, a call away from

memories, Pan Am inspired, 

I will not be a slave to me defined

by memories, 

or stories told by other. 

Create a story new, the doorbells call, is joined 

by calls of finch, chickadee, blue jay 

and 

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....

yes, YOU.

Heartfelt daring calling 

it's all around, tap tap, ding dong, 

wind song, 

Hear, hear it now.

Oh, take your pole and run and fly. 

gkn july 23 2015