Saturday, 25 January 2014

Harder to fly

(acrylic on watercolour paper)

It's harder to fly these days.
Once, I flew easily
over counties
over continents.
Now I barely make it
the length of the street,
and that just a few feet up.
Things ache. The effortless
becomes hard. Work.
Where once I swooped, up and away,
now I'm not sure I'll even
make it off the ground.
I never expected this.
That even flying would get harder.
That the years would root me,
closer to the ground.