To My Beloved or Ode to a Thermal

I find myself entranced by sullen nights
And waking low, step by step away
I walk toward, and see but do not dream
and cannot touch.

I wish tomorrow come, and find the way,
To wish myself away, high in the sky
and yelp and yehaa so far away
that only feathered dot pulsating by
would ever see me smile.

...and then I land and dry and yellowed grass
and ground sighs with hot and welcome breath
and birds still circle high and friendly passer-by
waves...

...and this is why... I fly.

(entered 12/25/2005)