Saturday, July 2, 2011

Flight 135

wind and sweat
sun and dirt
yellow wing over green trees 
sailing toward snow covered blue mountains 
chasing hawks on whistling wings

eagles climb warm currents
following in their wake
air spills unseen rivers
off the tiger beneath my feet

water falls upside down
heats an ocean in the sky
I fly there alone
with invisible friends
and face the western sun

wrist vario chirps
at twisted tail clouds
and sounds of chrome 
changing to gold
beyond a black box city 
where watery souls walk without wings

here on the edge
searching for lift
clipped to my harness
is a web catching dreams