Silly in the Sky

Hand gliding across the sky,

I look down at trees, lakes and people.

I see them from up here like I would

Looking down at ants in an anthill.

They seem to move slower than ants do.

I turn my head to the side and realize

There is someone else in the sky nearby,

Hand gliding just like me.

I would wave, but I’m afraid

To take my hand off the handle bar,

Because I don’t want to lose control.

So many of us are in this same

Predicament.

We are enjoying ourselves,

Sometimes,

But we suffer and let others suffer

Because we are afraid to loosen our grip

On things in our lives,

Most of which we believe keeps us happy,

And share a moment with others,

Even neglecting to acknowledge others’

Presence in passing,

Designating it as unimportant or too risky.

How silly.