David Finkelstein

Soaring…

Running, streaking,

Ground flying, faster,

Grass, trees, twigs,

Legs faster,

Blurring, slowing,

Arms flapping, faster,

Rising through the air,

Wind flying through your hair,

Tilting, flying, to your right,

Soaring, slowing, arms not pumping,

Looking around, exhilarated,

Ecastatic, yet calm,

Enjoying the flight,

The sense of incredible peace,

Of happiness,

Amid all that ails,

Amid your strenuous life,

The stress is building,

Yet when you go to sleep,

Your legs start pumping,

Your eyes start closing,

Your heart ready to burst,

Your mouth smiling,

Arms a’flappin, pumping,

Slowing, tilting, looking,

Soaring, flying,

Happy, like never, ever before,

The number of flights is numbered,

Not too many left,

So you savor the ones,

That you got,

And hope to get some more.

Every now and then,

The happiness comes back,

And you work, and you organize,

And you sleep some more,

And you relax,

And you fly,

The best, and only, sort of of happiness. ●