The first thing
I can remember drawing
was a bird, I wondered why
aeroplanes didn’t flap their wings …
I wanted to fly vast distances
sniffing out the rising air
just to remain aloft;
to look back to the ground
that grounds us all…
Hold my hand,
let’s step into the sky
all senses moving into one,
on frosty mornings
glide among the breathy clouds,
on summer evenings soar
the balmy eddies flowing off
rendered concrete walls …
Let’s fly
without climbing
into the belly
of a machine.
Marousia 