Between Sky and Earth

I'll never be a hiker,

I'd just take off down the trail

Arms flapping, 

Legs suspended above rock and snow

Accelerated experience,
Bundled into a day
And fifty miles.

You can't ask the hummingbird
To slow it's dance through the flowers
It is incapable of using its feet
For anything but perching.

Should it need to move 
just two inches
It must fly,
Fifty flaps a second.

I need to feel the freedom 
Of being between sky and earth,
Suspended for moments, flying:

My legs are my wings 
my arms guide me
My breathing moves me

They ask, What motivates you? 
I want to get as close to failure
as possible and succeed

To feel things beyond 

my human form,

To fly

6/27/23 

Mt. Massive, 14,428ft