ROOTS AND WINGS

I thought that wings would help me fly

Would help me sail the world

But all they did was teach me how to fall

Was teach me to walk and stay on earth.

I need roots with wild streaks to keep me in line.

I can’t keep up with winged streaks

I just keep falling behind.

I cannot fly before I walk.

I cannot walk without a thought

To that which I’m walking on.

In time my roots will let me grow wings.

In time I can do anything.