Aloft and Ahead
Time is different in the air, also more expansive. It must be something about my body being close to the clouds, about being suspended and propelled at the same time.
What We Won’t Know
All of us went up that hard trail, saw the world from an alpine bowl that held marmots and pikas and watermelon snow. We didn’t ask each other’s stories nor did we tell our own.
Up and Down and Found
“Fire in the hole,” came a child’s gleeful voice as she held the remote control launch device in her hand and watched the pad holding her rocket intently.
Be Carried, My Dear
There are so many times when I would like to be carried. When I would like to stare as though I was a child, be loose and give myself over to being moved.