Escape

[fdelano]

My spirits rise as the slipstream over

and under the wings creates lift

to launch me from the grip of gravity.

 

Open sky pulls me into sunlit clouds,

streaking mist making my climb speed

visible, my only sense of acceleration.

 

A hurried glance back at the long runway

provides a sight of the short adjustable bed

where I lay for more than a year.

 

Choices enter my thoughts,

asking if this is what I want

most of all. A nod signals affirmation.

 

I struggle to recall other flights

with missions to destroy,

but they are thankfully gone.

 

Forever.

[David W. Parsley]

Great to see you back, Franklin. I was a little concerned after that last salutation. I would have recognized you as the author, whether you had signed or not.

 

- Dave

[tonyv]

The short adjustable bed depresses me, but I'm holding on to the open sky and sunlit clouds. Nice rhythm and form, Franklin.

 

Tony