Into the Sun

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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
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

8 thoughts on “Into the Sun”

    1. Gr8BigFun's avatarGr8BigFun Post author

      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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