The Absence of Wavelength

Built To Soar, Harder The Fall

Unequipped to land,
how will I soar,
as you point to the sky?
Dare I try?
Fluffy clouds seem
a welcoming landing spot.
The higher I go,
liberated I’ll be,
separating from gravity?

All alone, I’ll be.
This makes me free?

No coming home,
if I can’t land.
The sun stares down.
Grounded.
Maybe, another time.

7.7.22