Short swoops of comprehension
give me the exhilaration of flight,
my heart filled with sky and already,
even in the breath-catching pause
after the high,
the prospect of the next rush
is forming, small,
in my mind

I don’t have to remind myself
how to do this —
just have to go out and
do it again.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 8, 2015