NO more flying the friendly skies

Losing ground

Rapidly rushing by

Wings contoured for lift

An attitude for altitude

Running out of runway

Nose to the sky

Somehow in the following of lines

The dynamics have changed

Air rushes across wings

And where lift once would occur

Drag and a lessened range

Before breaking free

The grip of gravity

Soaring uneasily

Rumble of engines deafening

Climbing…

Achieving…

Gaining…

Level off at cruising speed

Whistling whine of turbines, commanding, assuring

Something nags

Something pulls

Something in the pit of a stomach

Some kind of premonition

Something felt before

But had to power through

Had to believe

Place faith,

in rising,

Above and Beyond…

The unconscionable!

 

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