Are all the pilots down?
for my father
He’s seen rainbows from above and knows their secret –
they’re juggler’s hoops rolling through the sky.
He’s followed the curve of earth turning by
below his wings, shared eagle’s sight, defied
weight and gravity to learn the real reason
why birds sing – because they fly.
They like to feel the blue
beneath them too.
His crucifix shadow speeds behind.
He longs for light, to climb
through dark clouds colder than ice
into the peace of stars
then vanish where all pilots go
finally home to the sky.