Flight
Week 14
precisely folded, in a pack,
strapped on tight to adventurer's back:
this daredevil I serve,
as we fall, twist, and swerve
I'm gripped by her brain,
always up in this plane:
in my strength she can trust,
leaning back, a strong gust
we fall, free and wild,
lucidity like a child:
my time coming soon,
together, we're attuned
all at once, familiar tug,
I spread out, a broad rug:
the wind beneath my sails,
slowed, the view details
down lower we float,
no longer remote:
we land safe on the shore,
fold and reset me once more
I leap with hand on withers as my guide
To hoist myself atop his scaly back
I find my place there saddled forward loin
Now braced with hand on pommel stapped to crest
With small squeeze I sign for a swift rise
A bold rush to great hight by wings beat
I'm struck by the sharp bite of cold wind
And weights ease that lifts me in deep dive