Scribbles from journeys along the way…

Here’s today’s scribble. If you like this one and want to read more, you can get “Rose Coloured Glasses For Sale”, the full volume, at the Apple Bookstore in epub format, or at Amazon in paperback and in Kindle format.

Going Home

The wings were smooth as glass

            smooth and slender and 3 miles long

 

White as a snow owl

          they stretched out from the narrow body

                 a crystal bubble

          closing us into the silent, glider cockpit

 

 It was a simple, intimate place

 

a dial to measure how far from the ground

            as we silently hitched ourselves to the wind

lifting up and up along the edges of wraith clouds

            slipping up sides of mountains on invisible coattails of air

 

a dial to measure how fast we sliced through sky

            diving down, down

                to join green earth

            nearly

 

then, at the last minute

          hand pulling lightly back

                    on the joystick between my legs

shooting up to eternal blue, sun-filled sky

 

Twisting, turning, looping, banking

sling-shotting through air

     as effortless and free as any bird ever dreamed

 J.L. Seagull had nothing on us

 

Free

      silent but for rushing air

bursting with the ecstasy of flying

      just simply flying,

for no other reason

than the sheer joy of it

 

We catapulted through sky as arrow from bow

 rocked in arms of wind as babe in cradle

 streaked through clouds as if a racing bird

 

laughing

     laughing in the pure joy

of being alive

 

“I’m more at home in the sky

than I ever was on the ground,” I breathed

 

“Then, let’s go home,” you said

 

And so we did

 

  Oh

   

we did

 

 

(c) SML