That moment
when the bell rings
and you’re free
so for the first time since morning
I have the sun on my back
and my feet on the ground
when the purr of an engine
turns my eyes and my mind skyward
catching the tail of a
tiny silver bird
dragging my focus
behind it like a balloon on a string
as it lumbers away from me
defining some lazy trail
turning across the sun
this silver bird flashes red
bursting my balloon with its percussion
scattering my thoughts across the sky
like marbles from a shattered jar
leaving my mind captured
in the glow from the fuselage
in the field
in the clear and sharp moment
yearning to bridge the airy gap
between myself
and the silver bird.
11/10/14
