Kit Kelen #396 - learning to fly

396

learning to fly

requires some height

(not stature, silly)

perhaps a push

what's this your skin's

stretched over?

gather to you all things lighter than air

this compels logic to your cause

but how the wind can bite!

so many little things

and wonder if you've got them right

it's fiddly getting ready

but you'll recognize a deep end

the angels for a pin's fee

silence is your power there

as in a meeting of the board

more of a knack

than a thrill

you cannot have argued a way to here

and yet your passage is deliberation

judgement's a moment-to-moment thing

into your head the clouds pour

no telling which decade's – which century's –

is which

it's every miracle upends you

the wax

and the sun

and the song in your ears

you have no fear of heights

the stadium rises to one cheer

for a moment they might all lift

you wake hard from that fond conceit

don't underestimate the gawkers though

is there another proof?

consider the loop to loop

advanced, yes

then you're a kind of canvas

updraft caught

the news breaks through

you fall

it needn't be that way

you know

stick with the lighter music stations

you fold away a world out there

set your own course

and dive