Sweet, un-tetherable bird,
Half a mile up from solid ground,
Half a world away from home,
Do not fear getting lost.
You will always find me
Infinitely close to yourself,
In this half-light,
In this still gap between the flapping of wings,
In these impossible shadows we cast on the ground, unknowingly.
Lose yourself in flying,
Sweet un-tetherable half-bird,
Forget all imagined limits of flight.
Tether yourself to me,
And let us swoop in silence.