Every morning I
jump out of an airplane with
out a parachute:

Swallows Starlings and
Ancient Sparrows caress Me
through Mt. Everest,

Humming Magpie’s hang
on to my fingertips past
Burj Khalifa in Dubai.

Plummeting over
the lark’s meadow the loon’s lake
and today seems small.

Fifteen-thousand feet
holds the rebirth of rubber
band resiliency,

Chant with my feathers
now bound to tumbling shoulder
blades like holy fowl.

Destiny a grail
all-embracing imminent
possibilities.

Morning endures as
I ascend our reflecting clouds
“Today is the day”.

And as i sat and looked into the chaos, i found my peace.

Behind my back with fingers crossed,
Eyes tightly closed, I wish,
If I tell you what I wished for then it won't come true,
what wicked mind came up with this?
What if I asked you to wish my wish for me,  And I'll wish your wish for you.