She Shoes

Today I saw you soar.

As you hovered above the clouds,

I thought for a moment I should ask them if they were ready for company

because you were not coming back down.

I searched for the number to the stars in an effort to prepare them

for an out-of-atmosphere visitor.

You.

If you're worried, don't be.

I see your shoes. Right here where you left them.

Just before you took that leap into freedom

with a breeze at your back that gently urged you on.

And yes, I can imagine it's scary. Barefoot flying free with newcomers and old.

Some will try to rule that section of the sky just where you want to go.

And others will grab for your leg as they fall just so that they don't sink.

Fly free my love.

Breathe in the aroma of beautiful,

and know that aroma only exists because you do.

I say, Watch out clouds! Sun and moon, prepare yourselves.

There is a new fixture to this vast space you call free.

It is she.

She who can.

She who is.

She who will.

She who will fly free of shoes that only held her down.

She who sets forth into the unknown- a place I call victory.

Her voice. It's her voice that leads her.

A sound gentle like a rose.

Believable like the air we breathe,

as real as you and as real as me.

Then, when I'm through preparing the sun, the moon, the stars...

I'll search for what I should use to spot you again in that place of victory.

A telescope doesn't do the trick.

Binoculars? No.

Heavy powered search light? Absolutely not.

Ah! There it is. My kaleidoscope.

For when I look through there, I see you

dancing about in every color of your own rainbow

and it takes my breath away. All I can do is turn the dial

again and again, more and more.

It's then that I see you soar.

Forget not the winds of change.

They will come, and they will most certainly go.

Some will work with your freedom flight.

Some will put up a freedom fight.

Use your voice beloved friend.

Speak to that wind. Tell it to stop, to stay, to go.

You are in charge of your freeway.

Your lane of light.

Your freedom right.

You are.

You can.

You will.

You will fly free of those shoes that have only held you down.

You who sets forth into the unknown- a place I call victory.

And now, as I look about...everywhere.

Untied, empty shoes,

More and more.

I celebrate because soon I'll say,

"Today...I saw you all soar."