it's something more violent than that

   

it is not just a constant near miss it is not
gliding over the surface skimming along above
the water it is the jealousy between the
wingless and the wings it is the laughter that
flows between the feathers it is the screaming
always the screaming you can't get away from
it the screaming that starts the moment you as
a small child look up at the sky and ask why
do your feet hurt why is the ground not that
shade of blue why doesn't anything grow on the
clouds it is you dreaming of flying dreaming
of falling waking up screaming waking up
laughing and never knowing the difference