There is necessity for flight
to lift into air…like flying fish
against restricted rise.
Échappé and grand Jeté..
ballet dancers jump…soar weightless.
Stage-lit trapeze flyers…trusting,
launch toward catchers…timed,
using the grace of gravity.
Near me…dusk daydreams into night
as caved bats dart from folded sleep
to squeak a thin harmonics
against limits in their space.
Bonnie Marshall
Sculptor: John Safer “Ascent”
Proem... 
Oh — this is lovely!
Flying fish…had to write a poem about them.
terrific embodiment and use of meaning-elements, references – as usual
I appreciate your thoughtful comment )
What he said …
Thank you )
You have such a beautiful way with words. I love the phrase, “the grace of gravity.” It makes me think about the exhilaration not only of flight but of falling.
(And as a side note, “the grace of gravity” would be a great title for a blog about getting older!)
So it would…except it might get boring )
Love that last verse…
Hello, Simon. I think I must have been influenced by reading your beautiful poetry )