Another Way Of Flying

An easier call would have been to ignore
the whole scene but you wanted to soar
without leaving the ground – explore
another way of flying. You never explained
this to me, afraid I would not understand.

At least that part was true – I am not afraid
of flying although landings do raise the
body heat. I am not bloody minded, the
deliberate meeting of two dissimilar
states of motion is gracelessness to me.

You laughed when I closed my eyes, said
are you afraid? I denied it but knew I lied,
knew a small dying in the euphemism
for release – the cry that precedes is a
dying breath expressed before you arrive.
© 1 Feb 2007, I.D. Carswell