FLYING HIGH

Stratosphere to exosphere!

Nocturnal wind-drift, clear-air echoes - HALO or HAHO

in aeroecological orientation? 

Van Allen's x3 anti-protons

(including gyroradii - Atlantic Anomaly)

bumping into photons, weird charged particles

 cosmic rays and plasma waves

plus space junk bits and bobs,

tenpo ale.

Autarchy,

freed from gravity but tethered by Direction,

and heaven knows, aliens

who seem familiar with force fields and hyper-speeds of light;

portals and ports of all kinds.

How far do you - or anyone -

wish to fly, flee, float?

Sweetly on local thermals, or dizzyingly beyond?

Whizzing or gliding -

via paramotors en ante apus apus!

I see you soar! Your arms are wings -

and minds as well; where they

they go

the body-bit flies too - following eagerly or cautious,

taking time, expertise and skill

not to mention imagination and will

to challenge, risk and explore;

alors! what perspectives and vistas,

the tests and tastes:

its license and liberty that 

emancipates, transfigures

everydays into exhilaration,

enthralling every cell and synapse

the heart and soul enraptured

ah me, the utter joy!