aerial acrobatics

It’s the fear of flying that holds us down,
  tightly gripping to each other, the
who we were but are not anymore.

But oh, how much more terrifying
  to let go, to risk free-falling into
the mawing abyss of what-ifs!

We make tentative moves, small forays
  into unfamiliar territory, scrabbling
like crabs along the rim of a roiling surf;

we swing from our knees, upside down,
  hoping from our new perspective
to see each other with fresh eyes

and love the who we are becoming
  instead of the who we each need
the other to be in perpetuity.

We do not have to part to lift each other
  heavenward.  Or if we part, may it be
a moment’s parting, just long enough

to yearn for one another’s stronger grip,
  reenforced by new discoveries and
evolutions, to soar on the wings of hope.

Liz McFadzean