Flight

A Poem Response to Maximum Ride


Your feet pound
You run impossibly fast
Over the crumbling ground
Gaining speed with every step

Your wings begin to unfurl
And your mind begins to race
Until you are off into the air
Toward your impossible mission

Though the way will be long
Though the path may be uncertain
It doesn’t override
The pure sensation of the ride

There are no words
To describe the feeling
Flying will give you
When you’re high above the sky

There are no sounds
That can describe
The whoosh of the wind
Beneath your feather-light wings

There are no sights
That can be seen
That are anything like your view
Of the world below you

It is not until
You take the chance
And join the people
Of the crisp blue air
On one journey
One purpose
For one thing
That you can understand
The freedom of soaring
And the rush of adrenaline
That is the flight