If I could fly where would I go?

Would I follow the terns, the gulls to the beach?

Would I run 'long the shore like a tiny sandpiper 

hoping to get wet~but only up to my ankles or knees?
I could circle the town dump looking for broken treasures?

I could stay in my own flowered backyard, 

splash about in one of many luxurious baths.

I was born with wings strong enough to go far.

Every so often they need to be tested and used.

Spring is unfolding and so are my new feathers.

In this mid-flight I am grateful for it all. 

xo