open air
few people step out into open air
ride your thermals like a swan of the sky
sleep
in open air
with no place to land
no place to rest
float forever
in open air
don’t be driven by a motor
burning toxic exhaust
don’t steal someone else’s fuel
the ground belongs to those who are rooted in it
taller than some
shorter than others
Fly above lonely trees
unpleasant seas
hostile cliffs
with dead drops
You see the sun
and shoot right through
a beam of light
a whistling swan
feathers that fly with faith in them
invisible
to those who don’t have enough
an engine has to land some day
it needs a runway
to take off
it needs
it needs
it needs
all we need
is open air.
Just Poetry 