What they don’t tell you is this:
When you learn how to fly,
every moment of exhilaration
is immediately echoed by an immense
it’s just you
and the wind.
In that great nothing, you’re at the mercy of nature
all of the time. And of your will.
And every time anew, all you can ever hope for
is when you get to great heights, finally,
there is someone to catch you.
And you haven’t even asked about holding yet.
You know, you might as well consider settling for worldly satisfactions.