After years of being taught as a child,
After writing enough essays to line up for a mile,
After learning the purpose of all the buttons on a calculator,
After learning to draw and then graph an alligator,
I, as others, dive off the edge of the ledge.
They say my feathers should carry me.
I see others begin to rise.
I fall to my surprize.
They twist and turn and start to glide.
I cover my head and try to hide.
Majestically, they dance in the sky.
Maybe someday I'll get my chance to fly.
Tell me how, and I will try.