STUCK

Very sticky - glued-up without realising it;

so creepingly slow that it’s only detected

from above, outside, externally.

Oh my! Oh me! We didn’t see!

Evolution has ground to a halt -

as far as we’re concerned;

even back-slid, like a glacier retreating.

Time is invisible when the epochs are so vast

and us, wee flecks of debris, carried along - or stuck, un-seeing.

If we don’t see the stars

then Time is a joke;

If we can’t see ourselves

there is nothing to relate with or to.

 It takes being able to fly distances above and beyond

to get spatial perspective and focus

for the far-sighted lenses of the soul.

Ah me, if we could but see

how truly stuck we all are!

What tsunami or hurricane could shake us loose?

What collective calamities of shattering proportions can free us

from the vice of frozen stuckness?

We only have to realise  how many avatars before us

walking the lovely Earth -.then flew.

One by one, each found their wings - and lifted off, like butterflies.

Thus us, enmasse, we have the precedent and blueprint to soar,

rise up.

Transmutation indeed is an extra,

given

but flying is innate.