This morning I read an article about flying taxis in Paris and the synapses in my brain started firing. We are edging toward in the Jetson‘s world, and it’s kind of exciting. Flight is such an intriguing thing, and its evolution is fascinating.
My interest in it was one of the reasons I was so excited about going to the interactive exhibit at the Berkshire Museum earlier this year. It did not disappoint. If you can catch the exhibit on tour, I recommend it.
Leonardo carefully observed birds and flight patterns. He analyzed the lifts and glides and shifting of weight. The Codex on the Flight of Birds he left showed that he was on to something.
I sit by the pool now and watch the swallows dip and glide at high rates of speed. In my dreams I ascend.
Learning to Fly
I’m soaring.
I’m sailing.
I’m learning to fly.
I’m leaping.
I’m bouncing.
I’m high in the sky.
I’m jumping.
I’m hopping.
I’m up in the air.
I’m dashing.
I’m diving,
the wind in my hair.
I’m swooping.
I’m whooshing.
I’m light as a kite.
I’m flittering,
fluttering,
floating in flight.
I’m toppling.
I’m tumbling.
I’m falling. I crashed.
And, whoopsie,
my parents
new mattress is trashed.
–Kenn Nesbitt
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2 responses to “Taking Flight”
I ran into girls who had a little bird and they wanted to protect it and thought it was hurt. I called up my wildlife rescue friend and she told me that the little bird is learning to fly so I let it go when the girls went inside. The poem reminded me of the bird perching onto the girl’s hand (she had on gloves) and when the bird was on the grass, they would perch, then wings flutter, stop to rest, then fly close to the ground again.
Beautiful story and imagery. Love that! Thanks for sharing.