When I was kid,
I’d look up at the sky and wave
At the airplanes passing by,
I’d wave down from an airplane
Hung up high,
I’d wave and think myself seen.
I remember being seven years old and
The hot air balloon operator said
To keep all limbs inside the vehicle
And my parents kept nudging me to the middle–
Safe and nested.
But I didn’t stay there for long, no
I pushed out to the edge, on tiptoes to
Look down at the great big
Everything.
Only half the thrill is fear of falling.
The rest is how it feels to float.
Volander:
Noun. The ethereal feeling of looking down at the world through an airplane window, able to catch a glimpse of the far flung places you’d never seen in person, free to let your mind wonder, trying to imagine what they must feel like down on the ground–the closest you’ll ever get to an objective point of view. 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔.
