He was leisurely strolling along the path,
birds were singing, sun shining —
what a lovely day for a walk!
Suddenly he broke into an outright sprint.
Perhaps some inner alarm had gone off,
and there was now no time to dawdle.
As we watched from our park bench in amazement,
the path became like a runway — he was springing
upwards towards the sky, and swiftly accelerating!
Could this person actually fly, or had the sky
reached its airy hand down, scooped him up,
and flung him into a distant part of itself,
a part we ordinary mortals rarely see?
There was no time to debate the point, of course —
and what purpose would our speculation serve
now the man was vanishing out of sight?
Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but muse to myself:
was this the opening scene of a wild child’s tale,
or was it merely the way some fantastical story
was about to come to its ultimate conclusion?
We stared at each other speechlessly, then
up at the sky, then back at each other again —
the birds were singing, the sun was shining
just as before, but now we were suspicious.
Since that day we’ve seen a lot, both strange
and ordinary, and what we’ve come to realize
is that things are rarely what they appear to be,
and in fact they are often quite different.
If you happen to be out strolling some day,
enjoying the birds and the warm sunshine,
should you suddenly spy us flying away,
it’s best that you think nothing of it!