Flight

I wish I had wings

That I might soar high above the earth

Untouched, unperturbed

By what lies beneath.

For what is true flight?

Surely not the mere ruffling of feathers,

Or clockwork motions of world-weary wanderers;

But to glide upon the wind

And realise it’s not you who’s flying.

Mark Lim Shan-Loong

30^th January 1997