Glider Ride


(For Reuben Klammer)



When I was a kid,

I wanted to fly perched atop

of a wooden toy airplane

gliding down to the grass below.


In my father-in law’s sailplane,

we flew with absolute silence

of an owl gliding overhead,

stealthily, no motors to rumble,


to help us land safely.

I could almost engulf the sky

as we soared with the eagles,

watching the landscape recede.


He was an expert pilot,

an aerospace engineer,

sharing science and aerial art

with gentleness and skill.


High within the clouds,

waving hello to earth,

my spirit rose like raptors

when I took the controls,


hanging on the levers, plane weight

like a large fish on my line,

simultaneously guiding

and being supported by flight.


What an unimaginable thrill

as we started our decent.

My gratitude for that ride grew

immense as the landscape below.


~ by dianeklammer on August 22, 2013.

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