Leaving the Nest

Contemplate the blue skies
and run  by the skeleton trees
on the horizon of all you knew.
This is the part where you
spread your arms and pretend
you know how to leave the ground.
In my mind, you do,
taking off heaven-bound in a
graceful ascent while all I do
is call for you and try to grab your
ankles slim, your shoelaces undone.
You laugh despite the cloud-cover chill,
and I wrap myself like a rosary around your leg
with a hail Mary full of grace,
the Lord is with me but so is gravity...
we are far above the world and
I am terrified of heights but
even more fearful of letting you fly alone.