I wasn’t there this year, but I haven’t forgotten
how, in the right wind, you soar up the slope
to join the jelly beans in the sky.
The launch site is a green and distant memory, mere patchwork
and the snowy mountains are all yours.
your feet on the ground as your wing falls slack,
you’ll never forget
the staircase of air
the aeons of sun.
* all credit to Michael for the amazing photos!