~ Rush ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
I am not the first to go.
But this time it’s me on a ledge
with the innocuous edge of one more step being
an unbounded leap to certain death!
And I ask if I’ll be alone should I fall…
Will I be alone?
If I fall?
“This your last call!”
“Move to the bough and be clear of the bow.”
“Strengthen intention and plead to providence!”
“Come! Climb aboard the Silver Wing
and journey beyond the light of Steorra!”
If I were to fall
will I ever wake to wonder and wander again in the wonder of waking to a wondrous new world?
Flight Manual, Lesson 1: Flap when you fall unhurried through atmospheric skies.
Lesson 2: At the end of Lesson 1, you won’t be, keep going.
“And there you will wonder, or wander in wonder, or wonder and wonder or wander and wonder, or wander never at all!”
“Until comes a day when you’ll wonder less often at the wonder of
your last wandering morning on Earth…”
“But tell me, just for posterities sake,
Remind me of the wonder of walking in wonder?”
“Was wandering and wondering as wonderful as wondering and waking open wide to ride the rush of morning’s tide through archways of light capped horizons?”
“Wanderer. Wonderer. Wind Walker!
Lesson 3: Let slip the one line between attitude and altitude.
Wonder upon the wing of an Eagle!
“And learn to Love this sky!”