The scenario set clearly,
I steal toward the airplane,
Relishing damp grass, expectant shivers,
A cold, cloudless sky and
Hint of yellow-white eastward where
The sun rushes up
To dazzle this day into being.
A sensuous suite of sensations, this;
Trembling calm,
Knowing this machine will take me
From this hard ground to sparkling space where
no-one, Save God Himself
Can have dominion over me.
Airborne, always better
Than its dreams,
I rise to the sun
At the edge of the world
In the icy sky which lifts with loving hands;
Washes me clean of earthbound dust.
Rapt above joy,
Elemental belonging,
For now, apart;
Orpaned as angels
Between death and heaven;
Intemporal, alien-
Sifted by the Master's hand.
Mountains, rocky ripples now,
Topped and scaled in giddy climbs and glides.
Dank, patchwork prairie shyly shifts
Toward a warming sun.
For now, no thought of return,
Held in space alone, careening,
Screenplay for tomorrow's dreams.
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