Home Again

As I look up in the very blue sky,
I run so fast I feel like I can fly.

I feel like an eagle, so strong and so light,
I flap my wings and soon take flight.

I go soaring through the bright blue air,
without a worry; without a care.

As I look at the ground below,
I know I have a place to go.

The flight is short but very sweet,
and soon I land back on my feet.

Home again, it feels so right,
to be myself, even in flight.

16 June, 1993