Superman Grounded

Photo by Esteban Lopez on Unsplash

Where were wings
when you were
young &
demanding to fly
under your own
steam ?

How dare this
body be grounded
flight limited
to imagination?
You raged in disbelief

set off to market
with your mum
a Superman
caped & protected
from the sad

realities of this
earthen rock —
yet you were
not wrong for
memory remains

of another dimension
where you flew with
gods & thought
takes you
any place you want
& parents are left
to devices of their own.

Copyright Simon Heathcote

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Simon Heathcote

Psychotherapist writing on the human journey for some; irreverently for others; and poetry for myself; former newspaper editor. Heathcosim@aol.com