Poetry

Flight

by Jonathan Edwards
March 2009

Did I hear or touch your whisper
A static type of shock
The dynamic ascent of wonder
A good morning on the air
Did I feel it or just think it
The sun in our kitchen window
Was your voice an invitation
Did you call for such a light
A familiar birdsong lilt
I allow myself the vision
With pupils open wide
To welcome the realm of fancy
The wind across my eardrums
To take off to fly to land
Face into the weather
Leading edges following the coast
What would it all be like
Can’t stop the thought from wandering
Borne on thermal current lift
The undulations and the flashes
Or more of a gliding path
How will we ever know
Age old simple questions
All of these a mystery
How do we turn and wheel
As we move through these elevations
Like dancers above the boards
Skilled and balanced phrases
On wings so confidently strong
Suddenly aloft on a sense of longing
Belief in the beat of the heart
Without weight above cloud beyond sky
A flight of recognition really
Take advantage of the breeze
And speak to me tonight
When you reach your destination
And your soul perceives this voltage
Lighter than hummingbird kisses
My feathers caressing your lips
The electric laughing rush of loving
And just your smile
Will take us there