11/26
Sonnets From Other Lives: Orrin

He had long suspected he could fly,
but never had his hypothesis tested--
but now he lifts his arms--begins to rise
& once the pull of gravity's arrested
he realizes it was just a lack of will
that kept him bound & grounded for so long.
Now the limits that inertial had instilled
in him were ineluctably forgone.
He set his course towards a setting sun
& glided silent & as swift as sound.
So now the great adventure has begun.
We can wonder at what wonders he has found
in that awkward existential silence later
after we'd shut off his ventilator.