Splendid free falling wonder
A wish to fly
But with no wings
A glitter black sky
Swooping plunging desire
Rushing air lifting, upswept
Wild joy of
Riding the current
Of feeling the scourge of wind
The rebirth of tumble
The purification of bird’s flight
Midnight and old prayers
Fall in
Power in closing eyes
Night full of empty skies
Arm’s length just short of
Catching the breeze as
Feathers
Through fingertips
I float, flee, fly
Like going over the edge.
