Addiction (edit and title change)

[brynmawr1]

Addiction
 
From the first thrust, 
that sinking in, heavier,
already feeling like more.
I love it, marveling
how swiftly
the world can be remade
small.  I’m now a cloud
at the whimsy of the wind, or
reimagined from below,
a dragon, flying above
the mediocrity of living
leveled and weightless,
slipping frictionless; below
myriad greens and browns
offer a simple lattice of clarity,
detail diluted by distance
enlightens my world.
 
Let me tell you how it slows.
A slight leaning forward
felt at the hips, then the descent
castrating clouds until
stuttering I’m tethered again
by the monotonous gravity,
the mendacity of the taxi
 
to the gate where waits my wife, 
my children’s arms.  How I love

to fly.

Flying High
 
From the first thrust, 
that sinking in
already feeling like more
I love it, marveling 
how swiftly
the world can be remade
small, now a cloud
at the whimsy of the wind, or
reimagined from below,
a dragon, flying above
the mediocrity of living
leveled and weightless,
slipping frictionless; below
myriad greens and browns
offer a simple lattice of clarity,
detail diluted by distance my world 
enlightened.
 
Should you know how it slows?
A slight leaning
forward at the hips, then
a decent that castrates the clouds 
until the stuttering of the tether 
and the mendacity of the taxi 
 
waiting at the gate my wife,
my children’s arms. How I love
 
to fly.