The flight of life is so brief
fragile vulnerable incredible
The goldilocks zone so eloquently positioned,
is her porridge to thick or thin?
Hot or cold?
It is this thickness and thinness that permits our being.
Viscosity surrounds us with its turbulent beauty.
Flight is everywhere. In the skies, in the seas.
The fish fly gracefully climbing and diving
swooping from side to side
Our hearts squeeze and throb, ebbing blood
as periodic as the planets
Air floods our lungs, although sustaining
binds us to such a small rock in such a large world
The gravity of this holds us together while
we struggle to fly beyond our bounds.
-AM
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
The flight of life is so brief
fragile vulnerable incredible
The goldilocks zone so eloquently positioned,
is her porridge to thick or thin?
Hot or cold?
It is this thickness and thinness that permits our being.
Viscosity surrounds us with its turbulent beauty.
Flight is everywhere. In the skies, in the seas.
The fish fly gracefully climbing and diving
swooping from side to side
Our hearts squeeze and throb, ebbing blood
as periodic as the planets
Air floods our lungs, although sustaining
binds us to such a small rock in such a large world
The gravity of this holds us together while
we struggle to fly beyond our bounds.
-AM
