Air Manoeuvre

A bottom feeder in the sea of air,
Wishing to rise to where
Playgrounds are bluer…
I nevertheless had buddies
Who made of exploring currents, a career.

One had mastered aeronautical affairs
Such that his days were
Spent configuring oblique wings,
Tracking twirling leaves, helicopter seeds,
Spinning jennies… even as he made non-disclosure trips
On defence projects and jumped off bluffs and cliffs.

Two decades slipped and still bottom feeding,
I started imagining what in the dawning
Age of electric trikes and bat named kites,
Could I try.
That’s when on a video site
I reencountered the old friend…
Being awe-inspiringly described as a ‘flying legend’…
The supporting film showed
Him landing softer than a butterfly,
Upright.. on a dime.

Filled with pride, I realized
The plasticity of a practiced
Mind, lets a flyer write poems on air.
With tips from a friend rediscovered,
I hope to practice soon,
New literary manoeuvres.

– Bolbul