Commencement

What they don’t tell you is this:

When you learn how to fly,

every moment of exhilaration

is immediately echoed by an immense

loneliness.

Out there,

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,

and you

fall, eventually,

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.