Flying high

I was harnessed and tethered
tied to the earth, not truly free
but I soared, for a few moments
minutes of flight, steering
winds in the current
the thermals, like the
broad-winged raptors
of this place, eagle and owl,
birds of prey
Airborne in a cocoon,
chrysalid body,
unable to grasp, clutch
prey or perch,
but I was flying

- Raymond A. Foss

Flying high