This is a companion/reflection piece to Sonnet 1 – “I Chose to Walk”. In that final line, rather than wearing others’ shoes which didn’t fit, I chose flight. But you can only fly so long before your wings get tired or storms force you to land. Here is my Innocence versus Experience realization, with apologies to William Blake.
Today I wear the shoes I chose myself;
Turns out that flight is only for a time.
I’ve work to do; can’t leave it on the shelf.
Expected downhill – find it’s still a climb.
New footwear doesn’t fit as I’d expected,
But even “right size” chafes when it is bought.
You break them in before you say, “Rejected”;
The age-old adage – “caught” surpasses “taught”.
And so I walk, although the flight was fun;
I find perspective better from the ground.
Now realize the journey’s never done;
Each day another game of “lost and found”.
You’ve got to fly at times to stay alive,
But walking daily – that’s the way to thrive.