Rise by Bob McAfee Photography by Judy Lipsky I want to leave the nest and rise so high I never will return to earth, but from their hatchling birth my nestlings depend on me for life. There are these little mouths to feed, beaks upturned, unbroken wall of cries. I am the one to intercede with death as among the twigs and leaves they lie. One day I’ll teach my fledgling babes to fly, soar and gain…