Flight
A poem of the sense of freedom
I love the sense of freedom
and delight of the departure
I’m the arrow in the bow
stretched by the fleeing archer.
Propelled into the open air
into the wide blue yonder
I’ve packed all the necessities
for ere I’m bound to wander.
I spirit from the coast and Bay
then climb the Great Divide
and duck through towns headed west
and glide through the countryside.
My destinations certain
stop for coffee scones and cream
then through the bowing eucalypts
and cross a running stream.
I wend my way through forest
birdlife caught in streams of light
seeping through the bushes
and join them in their flight.
Along the track to the gate
then there nestled in the valley
I reach my destination
my flights reached its finale.
I greet and meet the moment
and smell sweet mountain air
collect kindling and light the fire
nestled in my lair.
The overwhelming feeling
moves and gathers traction
as my flight turns into night
in blissful satisfaction.
©
David Rudder
1st July 2020
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