The Plain Experience
It never occurs to me
that I will have to land one day.
I was set free from the Mother ship,
and now all I can see is sky;
crisp blue, and new sun
breaking over the horizon.
If I move to the left, I soar wildly,
tilting over a earth so green that
I want to plant my feet
in its mossy goodness.
But not yet…and so I lean again;
this time to the right. Water everywhere;
hard and sharp as shining metal.
Will I go under? Or crash
on its unbending surface?
Neither happens as I ease
back into the cockpit nest;
A sudden breeze catches me up
and I fly, racing against the moment
when I will one day land.
MAH, June 25, 2011