one wing down
cold metal in the dirt
canopy closed and locked
I am roasting in the sun
there is a gentle tug on the yellow rope
which with gravity binds me fast
the dead cold metal of a wing rises
feet on pedals
hands on stick and release
stamp my feet rudder wagging
shaking my tailfeathers
trying to breathe life into steel and fabric
yellow rope stretched taught
rolling through a cloud of dust
steel and fabric lives!
I feel it in the stick
and in the pedals at my feet
rising
gravity is not longer my captor
clinging to the yellow rope
hand on the release- if I pull now this will end
and I will settle and again sit in a shell
of lifeless steel and fabric
so I wait, clinging to the yellow rope
and watch the ground fall away
and as the needle winds around the face
of the altimiter like the hands on a clock
I, we grow restless
longing to be rid of the yellow rope
free to play and dance with the clouds
and chase buzzards in ever rising circles
this bondage has it's rewards
and my hand is on the release
sweet release pulled with a click and a thunk
the yellow rope goes away, one way
and we go the other laughing
and dancing with the rising air
climbing free
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