Flight Attendant

Beauteous she was, but a bird without wings - unable to soar

Every day staring into the heavens, desirous always of more

Men begged for her hand, just a touch of affection

Thousands begged for to be her lifemate selection

Not for her she declared the mundane drear of daily life

Swore she'd one day fly away from stress and strife

Refused she did to keep both feet on the land

Not for her to dig toes in the sand

Everywhere she went she leapt, she jumped

Ignoring the stares and every little bump

Gravity she claimed must loose it's dragging hold

Allow her to float, soar, fly with eagles bold

Far and wide she sought out gurus and wise ones

Begging to learn how to fly in the sun

Each one told her to accept whom she be

Take in the beauty surrounding her and all that we can see

To find joy in the flowers, clouds, crashing waves

Experience your humanity to its fullness until in the grave

Years passed as fruitlessly she searched

As wrinkles appeared, her youth besmirched

Refusing all offers of companionship or marriage

Societal joys she continued to disparage

Finally, having refused to accept sage advice from one and all

She climbed a tall cliff determined to fly or to fall

As grey hair blew in the salt laden breeze

She stared at the waves in the savagely pounding sea

At chalky cliffs of a place called Dover

She stepped to the edge, then stepped over

Downward she spiralled, finally aflight

Now her spirit soars with seagulls at night

None there were to mark her passing

Other than albatross and gulls who were there massing