How dare you
Look down on them
Like they're made of sticks and stones
Words meant to create pain and fear
From which ...
...you never will atone

Far easier to create hate
Than to truly educate

Yet in the dimming of the light
You will send
Another generation
To be lost in banal servitude
Long after you are gone
They will carry wounds
That can never mend

The war they fight ......
              .......was over
Long before
They ever came to be
Yet you deem to cloak them
In your unrelenting hate
Then leave them to
That same suffering
As they slip further into dust

To be blown into obscurity
By the ever changing winds of fate

How dare you look down on THEM
Like they're to be used as your slaves
How long WILL the war fires burn
On through the futures
Of generations ...still being
Stoked by those
Now long gone......and rotting in their graves.

No ones future should be used
To pay for someone elses past

Appalled by the execution
Of the implied devaluation
Bringing down the hopeless rage
Upon all those tainted by implication

I stand in visible observation
With no shield or aberration
To lay blame for my inclination
To find fault in your need for polarization

No left or right or up down
Flows in natural light through my being
I am extant in my word and deed
So blame yourself if you fail...in seeing

That in the most unimagined
Set of convoluted circumstances
I am simply your own reflection...uninspired
By your lack of need ..to learn by taking chances

But even i will not follow you.... into
The depths of your morbidity
If you seek to drag along those poor lost sheep
Into your hatred and fearmongering obscenity

I stand ...
For all...those
... who you knock down!

Hello. Although just prior to this time 1 year ago, I had stepped into cyber world-it was on a flipphone so......yeah!
   Anyway exactly 12 months ago i got my first portal key( smart phone) and was immediately overwhelmed like a kid walking through the gates of a Disney park or a teenager walking into the first concert venue or anyone (okay me) walking into my first Colorado "green " grocer.

Anyways something happened and I'm having to redo this my apologies.

     It was on the day before Thanksgiving that I found hello poetry and posted my first poem here. What has ensued in that time has been the best year of my life and the worst year of 28 years I've lived here on this secluded 10 acres in central Oklahoma.
  It is been a great year because of the boost in my spirit and confidencie you have provided,  and the worst year due to the fact that as a remodel carpenter in oil field America, I was left with no work through all of winter January February and beyond. In order to keep my 40 + Wolf Cross dogs alive and myself , I was forced to pawn most all of my tools of trade to get through  that terrible winter with  oil prices so low. (it hurts my hippie soul to say that)  As for the 40+ wolf dogs.... they're a service breed  I created over almost forty years.
   Not a pat on back thing here.  I train and provide them to people who are in need.
   They're also the thing (responsibility ...since I have no other )that has kept me alive all these years
.
They are my personal responsibility and anchor !   Contact me for more info. .PTSD, Autism ,Severe Depression,  Parkinsons etc.

     Don't get  me wrong.  I'm not whining or crying ; in fact, I would not have traded this hard fought year for any amount of money. Truly!!
    So as to the Thank you part.
  I was made boyant by the welcome and appreciation of my work as December sloshed on , so much so that I ;with some trepidation, posted 3 pages of a novel that.had all but abandoned (once again) due to lack of self confidence.
   The feedback was amazing, so in january i posted the first chapter
( prolog) and grew a set ( of standards) haha !!
   Now I'm almost 100,000 words into the rough draft.

  So my HEARTFELT THANKS AND APPRECIATION TO ALL.
  
Those who have read me and commented, those who have read my work and gave it  a like and all you have just read my work.  
  A special thanks  to all of those who have no clue ;at all, as to who I am but post here on hello poetry or come to support by reading  for you are  keeping it a lively and vibrant place for all those who post here!
Thank you.
  The apology part of this comes with a slight deviation for explanation purposes.
   I do hope there are some; if not many ,who will understand when I say - that very often -I put pen-to-paper , write a poem, then I will have to read it to see what I wrote and /or do a self interpretation of.
    Therefore I must say.  "Due to a constant fear of plagiarism ( any form shape or reason)  I refrain from reading other people's works ;while on a writing Jag, such as I have been on since January this year
    Inspiration is a wonderful thing, but - for me- there's a very fine line between that and plagiarism -so I must be sure!

       Simple as that!

  Since that mid-January day when I became convinced that I had viability beyond poetry( due to the comments on my novel pages) I grew in proportion and in that nine months I have not missed a single day of writing- at least one decent poem. 
  Alas, all good things must end and  I was thrown from the saddle two weeks ago.  
    All good,  because now it gives me the opportunity  to read the wonderful works of  others here; who, due to  the manipulation of 26 simple letters are able to  create worlds,  grow Gardens of wonderment,  Forest of enchantment or frightful wickedness and of course ' those who write down the painful or personal words from their heart their souls and sometimes just their reason for being.  
  So to all those here : I apologize for not reading you and commenting as I now wil,, with all sincerity each feedback I give.  (Until the next  writing Jag happens of course),  I am 60 years old soon and I must write while I still can.
 Though I will try to find a balance  now.

   If you have read this to this point ....thank you very much and I will be reading you.

With Peace Love and deep appreciation

                                 .   Keith w Fletcher

After a lifetime spent
Bent
On rounding off the corners
Of any square thought
Has brought
Me... Full circle
So many times
I'm beginning to see winning as an abstract
A pathogen
Getting stronger
As if the the efforts I produce
The patient's I'm rewarded with
As I have achieved success
Like penicillin
Only has a limited lifespan
And an exponential inconsequential Failure rate
That soon begins to insulate
As the mutated corners
Become mutant appendages
As  they grow back
Not abstract
Simply as a fact
There just seems to me
That too many people
Just want to be dragged along
Creating heat sparks and friction
Like an addiction
Instead of letting it all roll
And it's taking a toll
On the faith
In my soul
Knowing that a lifetime
Bent on rounding off the corners
Of any square thought
Has brought me.. .
.... full circle

I picked him up on the highway because he really looked like he needed a ride
  he had never really even put out his thumb
But as he  climbed up into the cab of my pickup I could tell he was like a man dead inside
No light shining through his eyes as if there was no light down deep inside
I asked him where he was going to he said he didn't care one places the same as another..... all the same to him anymore
so I put the truck in gear and then just after a mile or two
I looked over to see he was asleep and slumped against the door

I lit the same cigarette that I'd been smoking the last three days
Turn the radio on low  and set it to the blues  to fit my mood
About three hundred miles of highway and suddenly I thought about my luck with strays
And a voice inside my head said " now you're getting a clue "
I tapped him on the shoulder but really just to verify
He never stirred an inch and no waking ruckus did he raise
I wondered as I took the next exit how long after getting in did he die

I found a deputy sheriff sitting a radar trap
And I told him what I had and how it came about
He stepped over to see for himself and I thought now here comes the crap
' But  as he turned back and stepped away from the trucks passenger door
He gave me a soulfull look  and asked where it was exactly that I had picked him up
Doesn't much matter really every body around knew the score.
" He was down at the bottom, long before any even had a chance to catch his fall!"
"BUT THERE WAS A TIME " the deputy said; as tears began flowing from his eyes,"   THAT MAN WAS A Tower and walked 10 feet tall"

Then stepping away  the deputy saying he needed to call the sheriff and coroner
I imagined a bit of that- probably -would  be to wipe eyes and compose himself.
He returned with a cup of coffee for me from a thermos named Big Marlene
He caught the smile I tried to suppress and knew,.
That's my wife's cooler and my daughter ...little Marlene.
She was 7 when she put that on there and said so NOONE would get us mixed up
You won't have no trouble here mister ( I said Dave) Okay Dave" We've all been expecting this for over 4 years now.

At one time he was our doctor and was a great doctor ,but he was one that could not be saved
it was the night the big parade pep rally and football playoffs ..one more game we would  clinched division ..everyone was so excited we could taste it
It was them on the way back from our victory over Hayes 10 cars were following honking their horns and making a grand return when that  bus  flipped..... rolling  over and into the river
It was Crazy. I was on duty so when I arrived on scene there was over 20 cars on the bridge  parked every which way, lights on lighting the bridge, dozen of people in the river- every where in the  the river ....we won the game and division  that nite ,but lost everything else to the river

I found Doc Wilson sitting on the bank talking to himself
Didn't know it then but he was not only wet cold and talking to himself ....he was dead .
We didn't know it for some time yet to come but  he was already dead ..just as dead as if someone had ...no as if he had put a bullet in his own head.

I don't think that the doc could even imagine what he could ever say to any of us.
And no way to know if he ever heard us as we tried over the years to get thru
We know it wasn't alcohol or drugs or excessive speed
But doc was driving so that was all the things he would need
Simply put it was an act of God and the sudden snap of tie rod ?

That's why I still carry the thermos all this time.
As I sat there listening ,I said all I could by nodding and shaking my head listening to the horrors of that night
When some triggering pain came over me and I knew I didn't want to hear
What he was getting ready to say

Now days every time I pass that exit ramp on the highway I hear those words
Yeah I lost both my wife and daughter that night ..I was on duty so they rode over on the team bus

A few hours later I was back on the hiway , only headed in the opposite direction
Yeah I was headed home and to my wife
No longer was business all that important to let it be the excuse
So it's possible to put off and avoid participation
I was a total **** to get mad and leave for a week while she gets to worry over it.

The deputy said all people that seem to be content to wallow within their own crap.....
......That just becomes weight
Should  remember what doc would say those times when he would and did .

" I am getting so tired of always carrying yesterday with me ...as I go on into tomorrow !".                         

Quote by" doc Wilson" Wilson  James Hall. Jr.

Eric was in the hospital for 2 days last week
With a broken leg , bruised ribs and a bad attitude
5 minutes into my visit and halfway through a barely coherent rant
He just fell out
Just as well I was nearly deaf from listening to him shout

In that blissful silence before I could get up and leave
I couldn't help but overhear but I still can hardly believe

The old man that had entered just before I had
To visit his wife I came to understand not long before she died
63 years of marriage and a timeless love... I believe they had
Why else would I hear him say. " honey you know how you always get mad ...
Every time I tell you over all these years that you weren't my first love  ?"
I don't know what she said her voice didn't rise above
The hissing and beeping of the mechanicals that kept her from fading too fast
" I've waited a lifetime to tell you -you weren't my first love ...because you were my first ,my only and my last!
And in case anything had ever happened to me
Since that first week we were wed
It's been written the same way I just said
And tucked away in the last few pages of the of my families old Bible
                        •••     ••••  ~~    +++   ~~  ••••    •••

I came back the following day to give Eric a ride
They were gone ,the bed was empty and I guess she died

Eric was a  bit loopy as I wheeled him out toward the front door
Because he looked around and said loudly " did you bring the ****?"
"Hell no! " I said" by the way ..you know the people that shared your room ...?"
Do you mean that crazy old man that kept wandering the hall and in and out of the room that kept saying  " she knew all along
She already found it and...she ..knew all along?'

I was still smiling as we made it to the car ..where Eric asked why?
Never mind I said   you wouldn't understand... then again ....
.... I probably don't either.

Long past
That
Time to dispell
Chronocolonization
Of a complication
That
Rose up in
My generation

I'm not toten
This
Frickin weight
No more
Gonna knock it..,
DOWN
STOMP IT
Into the ground
And then...
When
I am finished
Sweep it out
The door

It was a ......
MADgical time
As ...we...re re..
Realized
That life
Could be ...
....a ....
Box of ******* jacks
If WE WERE
Willing
To forget the prize

Seeking out lives
WITHOUT
all those comp
Complications
WE WERE ...
the ....
drop out
and TUNE in
generation
Me and that dial
Spun with ....
FREQUENCY
I just
never
found the station

But I more than
Earned
What I learned
So ...as far as
I am -
and ever will be
CONCERNED
It would be
A far far
Different
WORLD....now
Were the tables
Not turned

I can
I can look back
Past
time-worn decades
shuffle those
torn ,tatteered and ...
dog-eared cards
play that hand
before it fades

Smiling
as it goes by
In ...
Psychedelic parade

MAYBE ....
maybe that dream
that seemed ...to be
WAS...just
passion of youth
and pure fantasy
As just the hope ..
and honesty of
Totally effected me

So no
I will not...
smash and sweep
There is
good and bad
In all memories
We KEEP
SO....
someday...I may
Take a faithful
That faithful leap

As I try
To find
A means
Amends to convey
That ...
WE WERE NOT
rebelling against you
Our parents ...in any way!

The fact is
WE heard you
speaking
to each other
or friends
In hushed tones
When
WE WERE
Toddlers to TEENS
About how YOU
THE GREATEST GENERATION
came home to be
Pushed and torn
between
Your dignity and
The new AMERICAN
reality
As the rise
Up
Of the...Military
Industrial machine

You did not
Know
What you were
Part of....
THEN

COGS in the disease
That new cognitive insolence
Of RICH and greed
driven men

We've gone a long way
To be still mired
In that same ...
...nightmare

WE may have had
Some
Instinctual vision
Of the pressure
Induced
That must ...have
Left you confused
as you were forced
to make us leave
And in silence you
Had to grieve

And though time
Did mellow all pain
As we sought out
a reprieve

And now though
it must be said
WE
must have felt
the words
As well as
Heard your pain

To go
from the greatest

The greatest generation
To become
The next wars slaves
Confused
Not sure what to do
So WE WERE
Your voice ,your rebellion
We were inspired
To stand up
the way you wanted to

YOU gave us life ....
WE gave you voice !!

No doubt some hint had made an attempt to garner my attention long before that day I heard the words escaping from my mouth and leaving a battery acid taste on my tongue , but that did not stop the long parade of colorful words; sufficient to bring back to life ,the paint of an antique horse carousel.
  By the time I began to wind down and run out of expletives , I was exhausted from the sheer weight. attached to each and every word - in servile  ******* -charged with the responsibility of holding back those once set free; only to be snatched back just before emerging into reality.  Most ,fighting and kicking as they were dragged down deep into the dungeons of my soul ,chained to enough weight for keeping in place what I know I could never erase , languishing there until the immediate splice of time when they were reattached , becoming colorful additions to the passing parade.   Leaving that acid taste on my tongue.
   If that taste and a bit of exhaustion - related to  having each word reinstated-
was the cost of each having now been tossed into the center of the ring , from my weary ,dreary  persona. ; having become  uninspired and tired from so long  mired in the quicksand of the hopeful - is the cost then I  am gladly willing to pay. --if for nothing else - to see what they will say.
  Across the room - just outside the ring- my opponent , placid as a painted wall unmoved ,staring in bemused acceptance , ignoring or unable to comprehend the enormity of the moment ,as if to prove some subjective superiority says.....
   "Wow... Do you feel better now?"
   Right then I said; never again ...right then I told myself ...will I be pulled down to drown in emotional hopelessness , or weighed  down by bound words  that should have been released .  Never again putting myself second in a one-person race , so I shook it off ,spat out that bitter taste  - then I packed up everything I could find that was' The Me That I Used to Be "
  Walking out the door (forever) I turned my head and said
   " I DO NOW"

So many times we filled our minds with a perfect future forgetting all the traps no this be not how it is I just said forgetting that which is yet to be known how would one ever relapse without first having suffered through the disease... Might not a turtle look to the skies see the way the bird flies and see himself flying with the birds as we so often do ourselves back when we believe we could fly then we were told that we can't except by setting imagination and giving it wings all by just watering down the word

Not that I'm saying in any way this is wrong expanding its boundaries create more to Patrol as writers are charged with absolute guardianship and yet somehow we let political correct steal away with the words that it stole and yet I admit there are some that must naturally succumb not to the watering down to be drowned absolute beyond the ability to ever even try to dilute as you see the word painfully becomes painful leading to pain one word becomes ten upon releasing The Power Within with flagrant abandon we just toss out names to understand is to reason the connection and yet they don't seem to even get it yet connecting the word Heroes to all of those playing Friday Night Football   as I've heard them say for week after week year after year on the local TV news for me this word I shall never dilute will only give it due credit I know there may be those who wish to dispute me that's ok take a trip to the VA or the  local Clinic there you will see authentic...... be warned you may live to regret it  as it will break your heart not once when I say hi any group I pass by that I didn't get a warm reception you see well what it is that they gave though limping or twisted or folded in half with parts MIA hell of a price to pay as they proudly move on I realize it makes me wish I knew when I see what they paid I wish I knew what they saved

So turn not this word to lesser or staid
Some Heroes exist  like a mist of fine particles Universal expansion as this list grows in measure of value as light  will shine as I read of them in some obscure articles more  more. more  some will argue again it just needs to be seen so I ask them to  think what damage Overkill might manage to hring   again seeking a solution in many ways akin to  dilusion reality needs to retain their humanity and not treat them like they. are bit players up on the stage

My father was no actor albeit he did I believe him to have been heroic  all on his own and a hero with no  need have any type of dilution through and all of his 91 years he may never known He was itinerant and attached 60 years of marriage 12 kids and yet he stayed as i am number 10 born when he was all of 50 This Old Man burdened with Domesticity conflagration an awesome weight he managed to continue to carry but who I am today is in large part is  do in large measure to  him teaching me to play a game he said is called chasing down a word through the dictionary anybody who reads me now knows.....Know who it is we have to blame.   BTW I still do it  to this day.   I love chasing words through the dictionary.    Thanks Dad you were a hero to  more than you know.

E.V.Fletcher
1907--1999

My friend Darryl had
photochromatic skin
He never knew it till he was almost 19 years old
We met when I reached the age of adult consent
Even though I just spent three years in battle with the post Vietnam War Navy that I had been in
Before escaping the grip of all of those lost and crazy old man of  35
With gray or white hair ******* turned into hooks on one hand or the other
Made to fit coffee cup handles and with faces filled with wrinkles like desert land after a flood

I escaped by walking into the psych ward of the base Hospital through one door and skipping out 3 days later through another
So back in Oklahoma City as far from any ocean as I could possibly be
Summer came along and waved goodbye but took Autumn away with it leaving me in the middle of December
Frost covered and freezing I became aware of the shortcomings in me
So shivering myself back into reality I managed somehow made it to April and a one year gone that I could barely  remember

Buckling down I find a nice little cottage in this old lady's backyard
She gave me homemade cookies and goat's milk she always had frozen in the freezer
Took a job invading the Suburban domain of dogs to gather garbage trying  not to get scarred
Three or four hours a day paid for 8 me and Darryl and a 200-year old geezer

The old man drove the truck and had a corn cob pipe permanently stuck
Between corn kernel teeth that he could revolve and then keep  smoking in the rain
But he was cool and dropped us off at my house after the shift and and he would return the truck
By June uniform of cut offs tennis shoes and no shirt I had a good tan  but Daryls was freaking insane
And this was something while growing up that he never really knew

This was his first year being away from home and the strict Nazarene discipline
Where all shirts had to be white with long sleeves  buttoned up to the collar and  to the wrist
So it was fun to watch him awakening as his hair grew into curls Michael Landon looks super tan and handsome
Maybe I was a bit jealous but I was also happy to watch his confusion as those things became something the girls couldn't resist

We spent our afternoons in the places where pool tables and foosball and girls were played under florescent light
Here he learned something else that he never knew and I saw something I had never ever seen
So I'd get other people to go out to see it and verify that I was right
Three hours under fluorescent light and within three minutes of sun he would darken back to mahogany from an olive green

I'm telling you it was weird  !!!

Late summer ****** his 16 year old brother Dwayne drowned while swimming in a farm pond
And if it wasn't tragic enough the preacher wouldn't let them have the funeral at the Church they grew up in
But he was good enough to say  that he would Preach at the funeral parlor up the street
So with all that was going on that day all the way to the service Daryl I never got a chance to meet

Reasoning being that Dwayne was swimming on a Sunday afternoon which was a sin

So in that crowded Auditorium I was  where I never liked being
10 rows up in front of me Darryl was sitting beside his mom and dad
Somewhere in between was Sharon an old friend of mine that Darryl has been seeing
And if I wasn't uncomfortable enough it was nothing compared to the effect his words had

He was so old with a skull covered by barely enough blue skin  stretched so tight
You could see the veins as he blurted out an unbelievably vicious hateful attack
He was saying Dwayne was in hell and if he could he would come back to tell you not to do what he did because he knows

Yes  he knows he did wrong  and he knows now because of where he is and where he's been
Unbelievably he was saying Dwayne was in hell for swimming on a Sunday as if he had some right to condemn

But with every grotesque punch the old ******* would throw
Darrell's dad would throw up his fist and yell amen
Try as I might to Tamp it down but that anger in me  continue to grow
I was literally on my way up to scream you f** *******
when ........ Darrell threw up his fist and yelled amen

Later that night we were all together and Sharon my old  friend asked me why
So I admitted how close I came before you ...Daryl yelled amen... like your dad
Sharon said I knew ..I knew something was wrong and I wanted to but all I could do was cry
And as Daryl looked at both of us he said I only did that as sarcasm because  I was mad

So you know that little cottage I said I had rented was right down the street
Corner House had an umbrella looking clothes lines right out   front 24/7 covered with white on white long sleeve shirts
So one night about a week later me and a pair of scissors went down the road and came back with 42 sleeves white as sheets
Thinking that'll get him right where it hurts.... hateful *******

Truthfully I never did but I thought about it many times it's been 40 years and I still regret that I didn't!!!

He stood there waiting
for his chance to shine

I used to go along...
..... my way
Picking up all...... the...lost...causes ...
      ...I could find !
But it seems I'm just..
..... wasting time
Both yours and.....
..... sadly mine

I try to find all the good
I try fixing what's  has been broke
But I have never understood... how
How the sadness reaches down so deep
And just seems to have no end
I end up with so much that I cannot  keep
All those who just will never bend...
..yet have nothing
That they will ever need ...to defend

But they too often seem to fight
A hopeless war against the light
For in darkness it must be found
That problems seen cannot make a sound
But me! ...I must be a damaged soul
For I can see and I hear and  I feel
What the dark..ness can..not hide
What the truth is destined to reveal

If the ones who  so simply toss aside
The lost causes that they cannot hide
..away from..  could only come to see
That it's not as big as it might be ...If we
.....could only hold them up... to the cleansing light

Just like a glass prism and see the fact ...that's
.....right there... for all ..who will accept as truth
That it's just a lot of reflections all piled
... into a mass of energy going to waste
If not used... to show
... that what's there to be faced
Is nothing but...  a rainbow in disguise

Stare too long at what is one ..it hurts the eyes
So if its understood that just like that prism glass
As clear as air and ...
... all the time just  as easy to see through
Broken down into  individual rays
They shine
In so many different ways
And then if we could all begin
To take an individual color band
Into our hearts and in our hand
We will find a world where sadness fights
To be a cause and a course that might
Be worth seeing
Worth hearing.. worth showing

By knowing .....that all lost causes were only lost
Because they were so often tossed ...at so high a cost....

Into darkness !

So it really  ain't no big surprise
To actually open up our eyes
And see the truth and then to re..alize
That darkness ....Is where
The truth goes ....and where... it always dies !

Far beyond
The coming dawn
I sail through a purpose driven
Alert to any alarm
To avoid any harm
To this wonderous gift given
Sometimes the view aloft
Hard edges appear as soft
But be not fooled and pulled into its clutches
So many rail at how they fail
By seeking to curtail your ability to sail
That juggernaut of jealousy
Destroying all that it touches
Blind devotion
To a false emotion
Would leave them could they sail

With unconscionable fear
As beauty would appear
That to live sans purpose is alarming to know
That distance lost
When a life goes stale

Far beyond the view seen
Time awaits those caught between
The two worlds pulled together
Those reasons left behind
When closing down an open mind
Accepting with no knowledge that you had been bound down by thoughtless tether

Thinking with devotion
To your own trust and vision
Will sever the tether that bound down
Giving life to hope by simply accepting....
.... that it is
your own decision .

To be purpose driven

from an eighteen year absence as I stood staring into the silver surface
awaiting the appearance as she would once again  part the mirrors glaze
sudden thrill of foreboding anxiety passes across me as ribbon of silk lace
or that momentary nostril flair when a sudden snare of rarified air plays
havoc on the ancient receptors nearly forgotten as aromatic sprites pass
along those corridors memories reside and sometimes hide behind doors of this maze
awash in the dusty overlay of that which still seeking to delay realities consistently amass
when a graphic form of de ja vu breaks thru passing and suddenly does appear
as calm still silver slightly shivers then parts to deliver the hand and then humanistic form
to reach for the rounded edge of porcelain solidity gasping in  oxidized atmosphere
i watch decades lost disappear as if only yesterday i stood here and again this the norm
in wordless anomalous aplomb i watch her face apperceive my image as i etch the scene
so intent upon my scrivener scrawl in my rush to capture all onto my minds private wall
that only in the faintest of my subconscious can i recall the echo call my name as she covered all distance between
attaching herself in ways far beyond the physical bond and thru time uncertain beyond the curtain we fall
tumbling into that void where nothing exists outside that infinitesimal moment of infinity
with the eventual return to the constraints passing back thru the curtain and time certain reapplied
once again the prisoner of the laws of time space and the reality of gravity
plans made to meet later to catch up with those details with smile i say thank you for that ride
her eyes twinkle and i know with absolute certainty she understood exactly what i meant
that is why she said i still do this everyday as i am addicted to that moment when Einsteins laws don't exist
then with laughter she denied me an answer to the question on my face later she said and up she went
so i paused at the door to watch her grace from a hundred feet high she bounced and leaped into the air then i saw  what i had just missed

for there she was not going up and not coming down  suspending all physical laws and she was unbound  weightless and free and addicted

and right then i had to admit to myself ....i was a bit jealous but nowhere  near as brave as i watched her reenter that mirror.