WOULDN’T IT BE NICE
Wouldn’t it be nice
if you went out with your instructor one morning
and the blue foothills sky was full of white puff ball clouds
And you smiled at each other
and began to play in and out of their magic
of shadows and light
And it felt as much lighter than air
as air is lighter than earth
And the hour took moments and forever
and the silence and awe followed you back
and he wouldn’t even take your money for the ride
Now I know it’s not legal to fly in clouds like that
so I’m not exactly saying that it happened
But wouldn’t it be nice