The Gliders

In between

In the seam

Comes the gliders

Comes the

paperbark

Rider

Mahogany

glider  

In the free space

Between

Intent

Comes the

easy, long

Silent, slow

And smooth

Delight

Comes the

Glider

Dressed

In freedom’s

Flight.

Comes the

Moments

Of Pop out

Beauty  

You never

Were expecting

Like a beautiful

Busker with

A cello wearing

No shoes.

Like the notes

Sliding invisible

To a decadent

Glide

In the middle

Of rushing

Traffic.

In between

In the seam

Comes the gliders

To fly unpowered

To open and stretch and

Release -

To serenity

Like the water

Before it crashes

Like a Sheath of liquid silk

In mid fall

Like luxury

That comes free.

In between

In the seam

Comes the gliders

Like a dance on the street

Where a body turns

To chocolate syrup

Running over

Warm shapes

And you stop

In the bliss

For a break.

In between

In the seam

Comes the best

Part of living

Comes the gliders.

Comes the reason

For everything

Else.