Flight

In the emptiness of the big blue sky
Travelers meet and don’t know why
Unsure of what will happen there
Only start and end are clear

Sailing across the big expanse
in groups of two or three or more
Or solitary hovering
Some in search of something more

Matched by size or shape or form
Or not at all so kindly born
Or cross-connected where we learn
Or parallel and meet in turn

A solitary glint inspires
And lifts us to our inner fires
Lucky we who find the spiral
Complemented by our trials

On a path with other flights
And safe beside us every night
The silence that is always there
The wordless soaring that we share