I'd love to write a poem about the air,
About the thrills and freedom that I found
Those many thousand feet above the ground
Away from Earth and all my problems there.
But how can I do justice to a thought
St. Exupery, and John McGee and those
Like Gann and Yeats, in poetry and prose
Pursued as well, and well and truly caught?
What can I have to say - another guy
With heart still somewhere up there in the sky,
Long Earthen bound, who simply longs to fly
Again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem