Is a poem post suited for a time-laps? Is it the place, the moment or the conjunction of, both the sky and the sea, that put me in such a romantic mood?
Relaxing, not thinking, sends you to the strangest corners of your mind. Another way of flying if you will. But believe it or not I did fly for real that day. Can’t you spot the drone flirting with the clouds?
For me, going out is always about flying and mastering that art. As I will never be a poet, no matter my mindset, I am still leaving the words of someone who had the ability to fly in different dimensions.
John Gillespie Magee Jr. (1922-1941) RCAF Flight-Lieutenant
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue,
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.