If you have never read Kenneth Wee’s “My Paper Planes,” I encourage you to find it. Read it aloud, slowly. Then, do something a little foolish: find a scrap of paper. Fold it into a simple dart. Write a wish on the inside—something you are afraid to hope for.
Paper planes are messages thrown across rooms or skies. The poem asks: To whom are we sending our folded words? Sometimes the answer is no one, sometimes it’s our past self. my paper planes poem kenneth wee