Birds In Flight

Across the tops of clouds they skate like skipping rocks across a pond. A blanket, downy soft, enshrouds and obfuscates their earthly bonds. The white seas part to let them pass; the turbulence remains unseen. As too, at forty thousand feet, is all else that lies in between. As though looked through a glass-hulled boat, a mountain range comes into view. Its peaks touch clouds now far below, bedecked with snow, dazzling jewels. Surreal and dreamlike, if you will suspend your savvy, worldly ways. Hurtling through space and time, allow yourself to be amazed. Pinnacle, top of the food chain, Mars is now within our sights. Humble start: we once gazed skyward, dreamed of joining birds in flight