Can a bird who has been caged all her life learn to fly? It seems so easy, just spread your wings and jump off the limb! After a life of creating art in the left over nooks and crannies of my life, my time is now my own. I can make art all day long if I want. But I don’t. I worry and fuss over all sorts of other things instead. I’m that bird on the limb and I look longingly at the sky and then back at the cage and crave the familiarity of it.
Wide blue sky beckons,
familiar cage behind me.
I’m afraid of heights!
Carol
