Oh to Fly
oh to glide
in buoyed flight
rocket skyward
loop great circles
lift high on mighty thermals
never be earthbound again
not tethered to stone and clay
no slave of gravity today
oh this day to be soaring
swooping diving
banking flying
to be drifting
on the jet streams
all alone
to feel the joy
of total freedom
aloft without trying
to live as one
possessed of feather
and hollow bone
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2012
I was born into a family of pilots and taken up in the sky early on. I appreciate so much what you’re saying here. This miraculous freedom to soar with the birds often easily puts all our other dreads, fears and other man-made silliness into a more lofty, light and freeing perspective. 🙂
Beautiful…fly high Rob…
Beautiful poem..
The collage is truly awesome … I felt flight in every line!
good one Rob…..just before reading your words…I was outside with our dog for a short walk….AND…of course a couple of paragliders overhead floating down in a clear blue Autumn sky…they jump from a mtn ledge just up behind us…your words said it ALLLLLLL….happy trails
A wonderful flight, rob!