Flying Monkeys and Such

There was a time when I tried to fly
downhill full speed arms flopping
like a Canada goose running across water
hoping to take off into air.
My feet rarely left the grass
and I clearly remember the disorientation
of disappointment. Judy Garland never
got her answer. No one ever wrote her
a sequel to Somewhere Over the Rainbow,
the one where rules apply, restrictions enforced,
dreams crash down and shatter as glass panes
against the jagged rocks below. There
will be other dreams but since that day
I have learned too many answers and am
content with these limits.

4/27/11