“It is legitimate to crawl after the wings are broken.” William Stafford
To have wings is to have hope.
So much like a bird,
hope soars overhead, urging
us all (those of us broken and hopeless)
to look up; look out of ourselves.
But it seems too easy to look in
and see the ragged absence of wings.
Though some of us do crawl.
I crawl, dragging myself forward.
The shadow in my path, gone first,
I look up–
There is a surge of joy in me!
To see hope like this is to see the future.