No Longer in Flight
She decided to leave
the airplane and fall
into the clouds below.
After several safe bounces,
she would be caught and held.
That intimate connection understood,
she would consume some of the clouds
with a silver parfait spoon. Other clouds
she would gather, a night bunting,
and tease them into her own fabric.
She would feel, and then think:
"There are no straight lines in nature."
Then she would reward her new brain
with a companion thought:
"Yes, my entire life's
been that way."
But the long slow slide between clouds
would show her unregrettably lost
in the line of a burning horizon.
~~~
Judy Prince
10.18.05
Wilton UK
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