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
We are enjoying ourselves,
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.