Planes are What the Wind Became
Planes are what the wind became
After people tamed it and taught it to fly
First they walked it on tethers from hot air balloons
And showed it that there is such a thing as falling into heaven
Then they fed it wood from soft pine
And dreams of birds with hollow bones
They watched as it thrashed about kicking up the dust
Pawing at the sky, at space, at the infinite, unable to fly
Then the people thought maybe our spirits are falcons high above the desert
And the sun-baked wind is our soul
And they fixed their wings and waited for a sunny day
And it came
One sunny day in an open field
For a moment their minds flew
And arced across the sky like the breath of the sun
And that was it
Then the people could see into the future
They imagined wheels that rolled sideways through the air
And engines that burned the memories of young earth
Until they flew high above the clouds
From there they thought space was not so far away
Orbit was like an old friend who wore rockets on his back
You could float there
And just dream and dream and dream like the spirits of old gods