I am grasping the art of flight.

It might be a different method

than you think,

no machinery or wings required.

 

I prep the airy path

behind my eyes and down the throat’s runway;

the pre-flight check

is buzzing and complete.

 

A magic air strides through my lungs.

I take my leave of the common and mundane.

I greenly fly. I’m more alive

than life.

 

I land next to you.

 

J. Pratt-Walter

6/22/2019