for esther



when she was young   she wanted to fly 

like a bird


she watched sparrows across the street

dart from branch to branch

and back again


but everyone wants to fly

and no one does


but she did   


at first she merely rose off the ground

a matter of inches   

as she became adept she learned to rise   to hover

above the ground


she learned to lean into it   to arch her back just so

and rise further


it would be morning   it would be in her aloneness


or perhaps in the evening   


she nurtured her skill   and sang 

as she flew


it is one thing to rise

above the ground   another to fly among the clouds


she sang and she flew   flew without ambition

to touch the sun   

but ambition to be one with the ocean of air 

the currents 




soar above the wine country   

she and the vultures

riding thermals above the golden hills


she and the cormorants far out to sea

she and the pelicans offshore

she and the gulls skimming water's edge 


she and the hawks

she and the eagles 


leaning into it just so   arching her back

rising until the city

was not a city but a speck   and the air was cold and thin   

and unsupportive




the soft descent   the downward drift  

the slow glide

her speed at her command   above the clouds 

through the clouds

below the clouds   the earth rising


arching again   settling lightly   


light as a feather


on terra firma





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-11 at 12:12

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
There is such beautiful freedom in every perfect word.
This is poetry.
Thank you.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I love The lightness of this.

bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
Really love the way the flight takes place, delicately done. Reminded me of the movie 'The Birdman.'

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very nice.

KYREUS of Sweden
Life - on a spot,
no: at large.