In seconds that span days
Her mind’s thoughts hit gravity
With you she asks:
“Je peux voler?”

“I might break my own wings,”
And have only an idea to make it worse
In herself, she asks:
“Je peux voler?”

By doing nothing
She might ruin the love, who keeps her heart stopping and starting
Thus she asks:
“Je peux voler?”

She asked, for she wanted to know
But she needed a different answer to see and know:
“Je vole.”
“I am flying.”

2011 © Jamie Lesley Plaatjes