Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Fly On --- a poem in memory of Alaskan pilot Seth Fairbanks

 Fly On

go today
touch your tundra tires
to a gravel bar
dip your wings to the wolves
a bear, a moose, the caribou
fly perfect circles,
in the midnight sun
fear nothing
be restless, only with stillness
like the Kuskokwim,
always in motion
always churning, turning
humor twisted
lips uplifted flaps
in a perpetual grin

fly on

remind us how to soar
how flight without
the pilot
is life without love
an existence not meant
for man
allow the rhythm of
the cub's hum
to become the drum
within us
our hearts, now in two
until one day we
will fly too

fly on

[By Don Rearden for Seth Fairbanks and the Fairbanks family. August 11, 2015]

Thursday, April 30, 2015