I caught a second by its wings
As it was flying by.
I don’t know who was more surprised,
Me or the second-fly.
It fluttered helpless in my hands,
Unsure of what to do.
I asked it, “What are you about?
Where are you zipping too?”
It settled down, lost deep in thought,
And in the wee-est voice,
It said, “Well, really I don’t think
I have much of a choice.
I can’t live in the shadowed past,
And though I’m here right now,
I have to keep on moving through
The currents that allow
My dreams to live beyond today,
I freely let them go,
And now I’m striving to catch up
To see their lovely glow.”
I shook my head, it made no sense,
“Why let your dreams fly first?
Perhaps if you had held them tight
Your dreams could be coerced.”
The second-fly let out a laugh,
The tinniest of sounds,
“I guess you do not understand
The freedom that surrounds
The dreams that are allowed to fly;
It means they’ll always be
The things that I’ll be flying to,
Just watch and you will see.”
And so I let the second go,
So precious though it seemed,
But fly it did, so straight and true,
With wings that it had dreamed.