Standing on the precipice,
Gravity pulls, my bones compress,
Wind rising from beneath,
Freedom screaming, “Take a leap.”
A few steps back, then start to run,
Jump off the edge, into the sun,
Hang for a moment, my senses quail,
Before the wind does kiss my sail.
A thermal rush, straight up I rise,
The Earth recedes before my eyes,
Into the blue that fills my mind,
The pull of gravity, long behind.
Turning left, a sweeping lilt,
The ground below a patchwork quilt,
Like majestic Andean condors,
Across the sky, my spirit soars…
A slow descent back to the ground,
Never want to come back down,
Another updraft, catch one last wave,
Before reclaimed as gravity’s slave.
Contains prompt from
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.
Date: 2022-03-17 | Theme: Soaring
Photo Credit: 1. Sandid | 2. Unknown
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A fantastic story Greg.
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Did you ever try hang gliding?
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I was a bucket list item but I must admit the closest I’ve ever gotten was the Soarin’ ride at Disney. A great flight motion simulator but not nearly the same thing. I can only image the freedom of being carried on wind currents high above the ground.
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As long as you could have a happy landing.
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Lovely tribute to beautiful creatures.
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They truly are incredible birds.
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They are indeed, Greg.
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Wonderful, Greg!
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