Sunday, March 05, 2006

Impossible Flight


Outside
the wild sky smears us
when we look up—
always curious.
The birds are flying.
The clouds
and stars
fly.

On TV a rocket blooms
and people thrust themselves free
of the planet’s atmosphere.
In space astronauts
are earthed
in a cage of air.

Because we all walk on dirt together,
biology constrains our space.
Here on dirt we live.
Here I breathe and rise
from the dusty ground.
I rattle my windows.
I clutch a brilliant red parachute
filled with adrenaline
and leap—

The sky soars.
The flat horizon soars.
I fly until this precious freedom
disappears into the wind.
I gaze at the black moment
where air meets space
and I fall
just as I realize
flight is not impossible.

© 2001 Christine Klocek-Lim

9 comments:

Aurora said...

OH! The image, the words, the image, the words again....just perfect!

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Aurora, thanks for your lovely words and for continually coming to check out my blog. You are too kind. :-)

its_baxter said...

the elements in this photo are amazing!

Pat Paulk said...

Home run Christine!!!!! Jam up ending!!!!

p.s. tell Terry need another song!

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Ruthanne, thanks! I'm happy you like it. It was freezing out when I took the picture and I'm lucky it's in focus (shivering).

Pat, thank for reading. Glad you like it. I wanted to post something sort-of hopeful; so many of my poems are about death! LOL.

Janet said...

What can I say...this is yet another wonderful poem and amazing photo! I love the ending, and here's my favorite line:
the wild sky smears us

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Janet, thanks so much for reading. :-)

Nick Zegarac said...

Your image is spectacular. I think this is the most stirring bit of word/photo combination on your blog currently. Really powerful.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Nick, I am overwhelmed by your words. Thank you!