RAMA

like a hidden breeze
spreading, gaining
growing
and grabbing
inching
clawing
irresistible

the next coming.

throbbing in your heart
building up
revving engines and wild bird calls
not the cannons
not yet
a running launch
a leap
and up
and up
and away.

and still...

freedom and flight
and a way of life
so real
so just...illusory...
just within reach
and little more
and a teeny weeny bit more
and almost
but not quite yet.

the stars
they beckon.

soon...soon.